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

now on either side of the men were the woods, a section of Cannock Chase. Vince looked around and remembered his early teen years. He had spent some of his younger years biking around these woods with a bag on his back. He did this for three years, in all weathers, until his best friend was hit by a car from behind and killed instantly. The driver was never found, which resulted in no one being prosecuted for the young death.
    Jack's mind began to drift as he stared at the trees that whizzed by, and wished he was back at his home, back in Glasgow. Of course, the only reason why he left Scotland's biggest city was because he wanted to go back to his hometown and see Thomas.
    He missed the simple things in life he used to take for granted. He didn't miss his job, but he liked to walk around the city centre during his lunch breaks. He would pop into Greggs and get himself a tuna baguette and a carton of milk. But every Friday he would treat himself and walk to Queen Street and purchase a foot-long Subway, steak and cheese, with everything apart from black olives. Then, if the day was reasonable, he'd take the short walk to George Square to eat his purchase and people-watch.
    He loved his weekends as well. When he wasn't out on a night, drinking and trying to get laid, he would sometimes spend his time during the day walking to the Pollok Estate, lie on the grass and fall asleep. Other days, if he never fancied the long walk, he would simply walk up the Corkerhill Road and take a stroll in Bellahouston Park, providing it wasn't full of neds, getting drunk on their Buckfast.
    A sudden bang, which was quickly followed by the crack of the windscreen, forced Jack out of his daydream. Vince and his passenger both jumped; the vehicle skidded to the left and another blast was heard. Jack could feel his side of the vehicle drop, as if the tyre had burst. The truck veered off the road and rolled twice down a bank before coming to a stop on its roof, leaving both men unconscious.

Chapter Four
     
    Leaving his machete tucked into his belt, Pickle rammed the steak knife into the left eye of the ghoul, grabbed its hair, and gave the knife a half-twist, making sure enough damage had been achieved to destroy the brain. Once the creature stopped moving, he removed the knife. He grabbed its leg and dragged it over to the pile of bodies, and promised himself to wash his hands once he got back to the cabin.
    "Gonna have to burn the lot o' yer one day." Pickle gaped at the pile of corpses that he and Karen had taken care of over the course of a week. He couldn't really tell how many they had killed. Eight? Nine? Ten?
    These creatures were lost, and would walk over the football field and get to the bottom of the hill and attempt to walk up it. Once their weak legs crumbled beneath them, they'd fall into a heap, but continue to crawl up the hill, as if they knew there was something up there they could devour.
    Pickle didn't really understand their actions, and wondered why it was just the odd one that would make their way to the hill. If a handful of these things sensed there was something of worth at the top of the place, then why weren't they all coming up? Maybe the occasional one had seen movement from afar and walked in the direction of the movement. Maybe the smoke from Wolf's fire wasn't helping either, but Pickle was quite happy to kill the odd Snatcher if it meant that they were still getting hot meals. However, the fire wasn't used as much as it used to be when they first arrived, now that they had gas and a camping stove. He wondered how long that'd last.
    Pickle took a look up to the perfect blue sky, and squinted as the sun temporarily blinded him, creating red and yellow spots in front of his eyes. He then placed his right hand over his eyes and looked up to see that Karen and Shaz had returned from their wash and were now sitting at the top of the hill, near Grace Kindl's grave.
    Already feeling the strain on his back, Pickle arched