Snatchers 2: The Dead Don't Sleep Read Online Free
but he couldn't have been more wrong.
He looked up and stared at the chain-linked fence that surrounded the exercise yard and gulped hard. It took a while for his brain to soak up the information his eyes were witnessing, but as soon as his flustered-filled legs were allowed to move again, he walked, as if they were made of rubber, back inside to H wing. He never caught his reflection, but could feel that his face had been sucked of blood. He felt giddy as if he had tried a marijuana joint for the very first time, and called out to his friend, Kyle, in a broken, hoarse voice.
Kyle Horan jogged from E wing to H wing and slowly stopped his momentum, knowing by the look of his friend's face that there was something wrong. Kyle shrugged his shoulders at his friend. "What's up?"
"Get your things, we're going."
"What?"
"Trust me, we need to go. Now! Before there're more of them."
"What are you talkin' about?" Once Kyle spoke, Jason Bonser winced slightly once he caught the man's breath, as his teeth hadn't been brushed yet. He beckoned Kyle to go with him so he could show him something. It was just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or going mad.
They both stepped out into the fresh late morning air, and both men gazed wide-eyed at the situation that was unfolding before them. Their blood felt that it was slowly freezing; the smell of death was walking nearer to them as the ghouls approached in a slow demonic wave. It took a while for them to speak, but when they did, it was Kyle. "How many, do you think?"
Jason Bonser shook his head. "Dunno. One...maybe two...hundred."
They looked on as the swarm of bodies filtered onto the football pitch, heading for the fence that separated them from the exercise yard. The huge slider door had been left opened and Kyle cursed the very same officers that had released them from their cells a week earlier.
At the time, Janine Perry and Jamie Thomson thought they were doing the cons a favour, and overall, they were, but the few that were left behind had been left vulnerable due to the huge opened slider door that was used for deliveries, but now it was an entrance for the dead to wander.
"We're in the middle of nowhere," Jason spoke, his words soaked in bemusement. "The nearest village is a mile away. So how the fuck did they get here? What made them come here? I never thought that this would happen."
Kyle's first response was to shake his head. He made a solid gulp.
Bonser added, "Even if they can't get through the exercise yard's fence, what are we to do? Stay in here and eventually starve to death? Let's face it, we fucked up by thinking we'd be better off in here."
Kyle was adamant. "We didn't fuck up; the officers fucked up for letting the slider door open."
"But they assumed all the prisoners were going to leave, so why would they feel the need to shut the door behind them as they left themselves? And the slider door can only be operated from the gatehouse anyway." It seemed ridiculous for a con to stick up for an officer, but Jason Bonser was correct in what he was saying. "Face it. We were being too clever for our own good."
Kyle glared at the grisly sight. There was no chance the fence was going to hold once they reached it, he thought. "So what are we gonna do?"
Jason scanned the area in front of them, and it appeared that the crowd of the dead was going to be an arduous task to ram through. But they both had the muscle and were confident that they could knock these things down like skittles, providing they kept on moving and never stopped, and if they did, it would give the hideous fiends a chance to encircle and attack. "What do you think?"
Kyle shook his head as if it was a trick question. "We make a run for it."
"We better go before they get to the fence. But if there's more of them outside the grounds, we're finished."
"And if we stay in here, we're finished. How long do you think that fence is going to hold out?"
Their eyes swallowed up the horrific information for
He looked up and stared at the chain-linked fence that surrounded the exercise yard and gulped hard. It took a while for his brain to soak up the information his eyes were witnessing, but as soon as his flustered-filled legs were allowed to move again, he walked, as if they were made of rubber, back inside to H wing. He never caught his reflection, but could feel that his face had been sucked of blood. He felt giddy as if he had tried a marijuana joint for the very first time, and called out to his friend, Kyle, in a broken, hoarse voice.
Kyle Horan jogged from E wing to H wing and slowly stopped his momentum, knowing by the look of his friend's face that there was something wrong. Kyle shrugged his shoulders at his friend. "What's up?"
"Get your things, we're going."
"What?"
"Trust me, we need to go. Now! Before there're more of them."
"What are you talkin' about?" Once Kyle spoke, Jason Bonser winced slightly once he caught the man's breath, as his teeth hadn't been brushed yet. He beckoned Kyle to go with him so he could show him something. It was just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or going mad.
They both stepped out into the fresh late morning air, and both men gazed wide-eyed at the situation that was unfolding before them. Their blood felt that it was slowly freezing; the smell of death was walking nearer to them as the ghouls approached in a slow demonic wave. It took a while for them to speak, but when they did, it was Kyle. "How many, do you think?"
Jason Bonser shook his head. "Dunno. One...maybe two...hundred."
They looked on as the swarm of bodies filtered onto the football pitch, heading for the fence that separated them from the exercise yard. The huge slider door had been left opened and Kyle cursed the very same officers that had released them from their cells a week earlier.
At the time, Janine Perry and Jamie Thomson thought they were doing the cons a favour, and overall, they were, but the few that were left behind had been left vulnerable due to the huge opened slider door that was used for deliveries, but now it was an entrance for the dead to wander.
"We're in the middle of nowhere," Jason spoke, his words soaked in bemusement. "The nearest village is a mile away. So how the fuck did they get here? What made them come here? I never thought that this would happen."
Kyle's first response was to shake his head. He made a solid gulp.
Bonser added, "Even if they can't get through the exercise yard's fence, what are we to do? Stay in here and eventually starve to death? Let's face it, we fucked up by thinking we'd be better off in here."
Kyle was adamant. "We didn't fuck up; the officers fucked up for letting the slider door open."
"But they assumed all the prisoners were going to leave, so why would they feel the need to shut the door behind them as they left themselves? And the slider door can only be operated from the gatehouse anyway." It seemed ridiculous for a con to stick up for an officer, but Jason Bonser was correct in what he was saying. "Face it. We were being too clever for our own good."
Kyle glared at the grisly sight. There was no chance the fence was going to hold once they reached it, he thought. "So what are we gonna do?"
Jason scanned the area in front of them, and it appeared that the crowd of the dead was going to be an arduous task to ram through. But they both had the muscle and were confident that they could knock these things down like skittles, providing they kept on moving and never stopped, and if they did, it would give the hideous fiends a chance to encircle and attack. "What do you think?"
Kyle shook his head as if it was a trick question. "We make a run for it."
"We better go before they get to the fence. But if there's more of them outside the grounds, we're finished."
"And if we stay in here, we're finished. How long do you think that fence is going to hold out?"
Their eyes swallowed up the horrific information for
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