Snatchers (A Zombie Novel) Read Online Free
Author: Shaun Whittington
it is?"
He slowly shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have the answer. "I think we should call the Governor."
Jamie stood to his feet and stretched, arching his back and raising his arms in the air. The stretching lasted seconds, before he walked over to the phone. He looked up at Janine, and she nodded her head. She was sure Jamie's look was asking if they should really call the Governor, as he didn't like to be bothered for minor incidents. In his twelve years experience, Jamie had never experienced this kind of noise and panic coming from all four wings. Before he could dial the number, the phone went off. It was an officer from house block one—Janine and Jamie was situated in house block two—and Jamie immediately picked up the phone.
"We've got a situation up here," the man from house block one announced over the phone.
"We have also," Jamie spoke. "What's going on?"
"You don't know?"
"No, otherwise I wouldn't be asking." Jamie could feel his temperature rising, his blood simmered.
The man on the other line said, "The TV channels are not working, so turn on the radio and call me back in ten minutes. We need to talk."
Jamie walked over to the radio and switched it on. Janine didn't say a word; they both sat and listened to the information that was being projected.
For ten minutes they sat and listened, Jamie shook his head throughout most of it, Janine gently sobbed through some of it.
Janine remained sitting and her left hand that flopped by the side of her body opened up, Jamie instantly held it and looked at her and his strong face told her that it was going to be okay. As for the morning shift, it seemed there wasn't going to be another officer to walk through the gates of the prison.
The two of them sat slumped in their seats; the information had mentally drained them, and were both finding it difficult to take it all in. No wonder the prisoners were going mental. They all had access to radios and were probably listening to the information also.
"You have family?" she questioned.
"Thankfully, no. Well...not really. You?"
She nodded. "My mum and dad, my brother."
"No point going home, you live miles away and they'll be barricaded in their house, either that…"
Jamie allowed his sentence to trail off, he wasn't thinking. His thin smile to Janine was his way of apologising for his crass, yet realistic, comment. He continued to hold her hand.
"We should stay here," Janine suggested. "There's a canteen. Fuck everyone else."
"And what about the prisoners?"
Jamie had now let go of Janine's hand, not because she made a comment without engaging her brain—that was understandable as she was in shock, he simply let go because their palms were becoming clammy.
Janine thought about her male colleague's question. They couldn't stay in the prison and eat what was left in the canteen, while six to seven hundred inmates from both house blocks slowly starved to death. Their conscience wouldn't allow that. If they did leave them, it would make them mass killers, worse than Seung-Hui Cho or Anders Breveik.
Janine opened her mouth, and she was ready to ask her male colleague what his next plan of action was. The phone in the bubble prevented her from beginning her sentence. Jamie walked over to the phone and picked it up.
She stared at Jamie Thomson as he listened intently to the other officer on the line. Jamie quizzed, "What about the prisoners?" He hung up and looked over to Janine.
She had to ask. "What is it?"
"They're leaving," Jamie announced.
"What about the prisoners? Our keys are different to the ones in house block one, they won't work."
His body language suggested that the inmates in house block were going to be left to their own devices.
"What are we going to do?" She stood to her feet, awaiting his answer. This was a unique situation and she wasn't embarrassed to admit that she was frightened.
She had already made up her mind that wherever Jamie Thomson went, she would go. It was selfish, but
He slowly shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have the answer. "I think we should call the Governor."
Jamie stood to his feet and stretched, arching his back and raising his arms in the air. The stretching lasted seconds, before he walked over to the phone. He looked up at Janine, and she nodded her head. She was sure Jamie's look was asking if they should really call the Governor, as he didn't like to be bothered for minor incidents. In his twelve years experience, Jamie had never experienced this kind of noise and panic coming from all four wings. Before he could dial the number, the phone went off. It was an officer from house block one—Janine and Jamie was situated in house block two—and Jamie immediately picked up the phone.
"We've got a situation up here," the man from house block one announced over the phone.
"We have also," Jamie spoke. "What's going on?"
"You don't know?"
"No, otherwise I wouldn't be asking." Jamie could feel his temperature rising, his blood simmered.
The man on the other line said, "The TV channels are not working, so turn on the radio and call me back in ten minutes. We need to talk."
Jamie walked over to the radio and switched it on. Janine didn't say a word; they both sat and listened to the information that was being projected.
For ten minutes they sat and listened, Jamie shook his head throughout most of it, Janine gently sobbed through some of it.
Janine remained sitting and her left hand that flopped by the side of her body opened up, Jamie instantly held it and looked at her and his strong face told her that it was going to be okay. As for the morning shift, it seemed there wasn't going to be another officer to walk through the gates of the prison.
The two of them sat slumped in their seats; the information had mentally drained them, and were both finding it difficult to take it all in. No wonder the prisoners were going mental. They all had access to radios and were probably listening to the information also.
"You have family?" she questioned.
"Thankfully, no. Well...not really. You?"
She nodded. "My mum and dad, my brother."
"No point going home, you live miles away and they'll be barricaded in their house, either that…"
Jamie allowed his sentence to trail off, he wasn't thinking. His thin smile to Janine was his way of apologising for his crass, yet realistic, comment. He continued to hold her hand.
"We should stay here," Janine suggested. "There's a canteen. Fuck everyone else."
"And what about the prisoners?"
Jamie had now let go of Janine's hand, not because she made a comment without engaging her brain—that was understandable as she was in shock, he simply let go because their palms were becoming clammy.
Janine thought about her male colleague's question. They couldn't stay in the prison and eat what was left in the canteen, while six to seven hundred inmates from both house blocks slowly starved to death. Their conscience wouldn't allow that. If they did leave them, it would make them mass killers, worse than Seung-Hui Cho or Anders Breveik.
Janine opened her mouth, and she was ready to ask her male colleague what his next plan of action was. The phone in the bubble prevented her from beginning her sentence. Jamie walked over to the phone and picked it up.
She stared at Jamie Thomson as he listened intently to the other officer on the line. Jamie quizzed, "What about the prisoners?" He hung up and looked over to Janine.
She had to ask. "What is it?"
"They're leaving," Jamie announced.
"What about the prisoners? Our keys are different to the ones in house block one, they won't work."
His body language suggested that the inmates in house block were going to be left to their own devices.
"What are we going to do?" She stood to her feet, awaiting his answer. This was a unique situation and she wasn't embarrassed to admit that she was frightened.
She had already made up her mind that wherever Jamie Thomson went, she would go. It was selfish, but
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