Snatchers: Volume Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 4-6) Read Free

trucks immediately walked over towards the group, forcing Vince to pull the trigger, watching its head explode into pieces. Once that blast occurred, the other six all turned around at the same time and headed towards the group in their clumsy, awkward manner.
    Vince squeezed the trigger again, dropping two of them. He opened the old-style shotgun and took out the empty cartridges and put his hand in his pocket for two more.
    "This is taking forever." Jack drew his machete.
    "I abso-fucking-lutely agree." Vince turned the shotgun around and used the butt of the gun to take another one down, while Jack was disposing of victim number five. Claire and Paul took care of the other two, and she pointed to her left.
    Claire announced, "We better hurry this up."
    There were fifteen remaining beasts left on the car park, and all fifteen were heading their way, and some were a little quicker than others.
    "Do you think we can take them?" Paul asked.
    Both Jack and Vince stared at the rotund man as if he had lost his mind. "Be my guest," Vince said sarcastically, noticing a gang of the dead piling out from the accident and emergency department doors. "Just give me a shout when you're done."
    Paul stood motionless, confused, unaware of what to do next.
    "He's being sarcastic," Jack informed Paul and sighed. "Let's move it."
    As Paul and Claire got into their vehicle, Vince called out, "And no speeding; you stick behind me, whatever happens."
    Just like the way they travelled to the hospital, Vince and Jack got into one truck and threw their bags in the back, while Claire and Paul jumped into the other. Both vehicles sped out of the car park with Vince driving the truck in front and Paul driving the one following.
    Once both he and Jack were out of the hospital grounds, Vince checked in his rear-view mirror to see if Paul and Claire were still behind. He drove the truck at a modest thirty round the windy, country lanes and looked at how they were doing for petrol.
    Half a tank. Plenty of juice.
    They began to travel back to the camp the same way they arrived, and for the first few minutes they sat in silence, trying to get their breath back and lower their pulse. Both men gazed up ahead and eventually passed an abandoned Renault for the second time, the inside of the vehicle still smeared in blood, and once they turned left at a junction the silence was broken.
    "So what kind of shit was in that room?" Jack asked. "I just cleared the shelves and squeezed whatever I could into my bag."
    "Well, I was given a list compiled by Mandy." Vince was referring to a woman who lived in the camp, a former chemist. Vince put his hand in his jeans and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Jack. "I ain't gotta clue; that's why I told you lot just to empty what you could into your bags. It was good of Mandy to compile a list, but I knew we wouldn't have time to be pissing about."
    Jack looked at the list, and didn't recognise half of the words. Antiplatelets. Amorolfine. Statins.
    Vince added, "I don't know how Mandy's going to dish these drugs out."
    "Probably best to store them in one of the empty caravans. Put Mandy in there and use it as some kind of mobile clinic."
    "I like that idea." Vince then gaped at Jack, and asked with a smirk on his features, changing the subject, "So how are you and Claire getting on these days?" Vince took another look in the rear-view mirror, then looked back at Slade, awaiting an answer.
    "Okay, I guess." Jack shrugged his shoulders and threw the medical list onto the floor of the truck.
    Vince laughed, "Haven't you two..." He then made a circle with his left forefinger and thumb, took his right forefinger and popped it in and out the circle, making a sexual gesture.
    "You've got a mind like a sewer, Vince." Jack didn't look impressed. "And keep your hands on the steering wheel."
    "I take that as a no then."
    Vince had entered the small town of Milford on this quiet, relatively unadventurous journey, and