The Dust: Book Two - Pursuit by David H Sharp Read Free Book Online

very kind.’
    Rossiter went to leave with his son when Lonny Gold had one more question to ask. ‘Has anyone else dropped by sir? A woman and a little girl, maybe a couple of men?’
    Rossiter turned, why would he ask that and how did he know the size of the group? He looked at the two boys standing next to him, they didn’t seem to be the type Henry would go to the Rugby with and the whole situation just didn’t seem right. ‘No, we haven’t seen anyone here, not for a week or so.’ He then turned and walked back inside the house before Gold could ask anymore.
    ***
    Amber Meadows removed the picture of her Grandma and Grandad from the wall to look at it a little closer. She wanted Grandma to hurry up, she had been gone all day and in a few hours it would be dark.
    Looking back up at the wall, a ray of light shot through the plasterboard wall and into the loft space in which she stood. She couldn’t quite work it out, it looked so mystical. Amber tried to look through the hole but it was too small. She then tried to scratch away at the grey board but her small fingernail wasn’t strong enough. She went back into the eves of the loft and found a small plastic tool box, inside she found a flat head screwdriver. Amber then followed the light back to the hole, it was so small like a pin prick. Taking the screwdriver and jabbing at the plasterboard wall, the surface began to tear and then small bits of white plaster fell to the wooden floor.
    The hole began to get a little bigger and the ray of light became wider but her work was soon interrupted when a loud crash came from the landing below.
    ‘What’s grandad up to now?’ Amber muttered and walked to the loft hatch. ‘grandad, stop that now!’ She shouted when she could see what he was doing.
    Down below Cyril Meadows and Elaine Smith were trying to construct a crude type of ladder with a chair and a small vanity unit from one of the bedrooms. For now they were failing in their attempts to reach the edge of the hatch and their pale skinned prize but they would soon figure out a way to strike.
    Elaine Smith caught a glimpse of young Amber and became very animated, howling and crashing into the landing wall and trying to thrust her head through the bathroom door, battering her bruised and bloodied forehead against the wooden panel time and time again until she fell to the floor. The demented madness seemed to be reaching new heights.
    Amber stopped trying to talk to her grandad as she could see the mayhem that was taking place below her was unlike anything she had ever seen. Instead she became scared and ran back to her hole in the wall but this time she hacked at the plasterboard frantically.
    Amber knew she had to get out of the house.

Chapter Seven
    ‘Are you on your own?’ Iris asked Sarah.
    ‘No that’s my daughter over there.’ Sarah pointed to a girl of about fifteen sitting in the field by the big barn. ‘Her name is Naomi.’
    Iris smiled. ‘That’s a nice name.’
    ‘Do you think we are safe?’ Sarah whispered so the others couldn’t overhear her.
    Iris looked around. ‘Not really, I don’t trust them. There is a severe troublesome undercurrent running straight under Gold’s boots.’
    ‘Why are there no men with us? I know for a fact we have passed some.’
    Again Iris looked out for the two young boys, they were Lonny Gold’s eyes and ears and they seemed to just appear. ‘It doesn’t add up you're right but at the moment we have no choice. What’s the other alternative?’
    Sarah nodded in agreement. ‘I wouldn’t want me and my girl out there, alone. Not with those savages running around killing everything in sight.’ She glanced at the large manor house and then the orangery. ‘We could stay here, we should at least ask.’
    Iris shrugged, the new world they had found themselves in had no rhyme or reason. A few weeks ago the thought of just asking someone if they could live in their house because they felt they had been abducted