Snatchers (A Zombie Novel) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Shaun Whittington
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Her eyes widened. Surely must be some mistake.
She had never been so popular. She had thirteen messages on her personal message inbox. She placed the phone on the side of the sink, and patiently waited for the kettle to boil. She made her coffee, and with her right hand holding the cup and her left holding the phone, she began to scroll through the messages. She started from the bottom, and decided to work her way up from the earliest sent to the latest.
The first message was sent at 7:46am; it was from her sister who lived in Norwich. It read: R u ok up there? Call me ASAP. Love you.
Davina tucked her short brown hair behind her ears and shook her head. "What's wrong, sis?" she muttered to herself. "Has Barry left you again?"
She checked the second message of the thirteen. It was from her work colleague called Amanda, who was working the night before—Davina was due to go in on Tuesday night. It read: Hi hun, can't make it tonight. I feel ill, gonna go to my bed and see how I feel later.
Another five messages she had received were very short and asked her to put on the television. A couple others were random bullshit, apart from the one by her mother that was sent at 8:23am. It was Davina's final message.
It read: Tried to call. Where are you? Your dad and me are hiding in the living room. They're banging on the windows, trying to get in. For God's sake, keep your doors locked. Get David to get you lot up in the attic. Look after that granddaughter of mine. Love you always, Mum.
Davina stroked her upper lip with her forefinger and thumb, as if she had a moustache to play with. It was her thinking pose, but it didn't matter how hard she thought, she couldn't fathom what was going on. She read her mum's message once again. They're banging on the windows, trying to get in. What does she mean?
She took a slurp from her piping cup of coffee and read the messages over and over. She placed her phone onto the side and strolled into the living room. Her daughter was sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room, colouring in her books. Davina switched over the channel to the news.
The British news was proving difficult to get on; she punched in the channel number for the BBC and a message came up on the screen and there were four messages in bullet point format, telling the viewer that the programme was off the air due to the new circumstances that had occurred. It also advised people to stay indoors and to keep their doors and windows locked.
Davina placed her hand on her chest and immediately thought about a nuclear attack, but then she reminded herself of her mother's message. They're banging on the windows, trying to get in . It wasn't making any sense.
She decided to change the channel to CNN, as she couldn't get FOX news because it was a channel that they had to pay for, and it wasn't a channel that was in their package when they bought cable.
As Isobel continued to use her crayons innocently in the corner of the room, Davina's mind slowly managed to digest some of the information that was being fed to her. Here eyes narrowed and her forehead scrunched tightly, creating wrinkles.
Surely this has got to be a joke?
She flicked through other channels that she never knew existed and looking at the images that were being shown on Russia Today and Al Jazeera, she realised this was no joke. She put the channel back on to CNN.
Davina looked up to the ceiling and could hear the gentle thuds coming from above; it sounded like David had finally awoken. Maybe he could make sense of all this. She got to her feet to greet her husband; her legs wobbled a little as she stood. The astonishment and surreal event of what was happening had stunned her so much she couldn't even feel her legs walking to the bottom of the stairs, as it was as if she was floating.
They're banging on the windows, trying to get in.
"Morning," came David's tired greeting.
He trudged down the stairs, where at the bottom, Davina
Her eyes widened. Surely must be some mistake.
She had never been so popular. She had thirteen messages on her personal message inbox. She placed the phone on the side of the sink, and patiently waited for the kettle to boil. She made her coffee, and with her right hand holding the cup and her left holding the phone, she began to scroll through the messages. She started from the bottom, and decided to work her way up from the earliest sent to the latest.
The first message was sent at 7:46am; it was from her sister who lived in Norwich. It read: R u ok up there? Call me ASAP. Love you.
Davina tucked her short brown hair behind her ears and shook her head. "What's wrong, sis?" she muttered to herself. "Has Barry left you again?"
She checked the second message of the thirteen. It was from her work colleague called Amanda, who was working the night before—Davina was due to go in on Tuesday night. It read: Hi hun, can't make it tonight. I feel ill, gonna go to my bed and see how I feel later.
Another five messages she had received were very short and asked her to put on the television. A couple others were random bullshit, apart from the one by her mother that was sent at 8:23am. It was Davina's final message.
It read: Tried to call. Where are you? Your dad and me are hiding in the living room. They're banging on the windows, trying to get in. For God's sake, keep your doors locked. Get David to get you lot up in the attic. Look after that granddaughter of mine. Love you always, Mum.
Davina stroked her upper lip with her forefinger and thumb, as if she had a moustache to play with. It was her thinking pose, but it didn't matter how hard she thought, she couldn't fathom what was going on. She read her mum's message once again. They're banging on the windows, trying to get in. What does she mean?
She took a slurp from her piping cup of coffee and read the messages over and over. She placed her phone onto the side and strolled into the living room. Her daughter was sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room, colouring in her books. Davina switched over the channel to the news.
The British news was proving difficult to get on; she punched in the channel number for the BBC and a message came up on the screen and there were four messages in bullet point format, telling the viewer that the programme was off the air due to the new circumstances that had occurred. It also advised people to stay indoors and to keep their doors and windows locked.
Davina placed her hand on her chest and immediately thought about a nuclear attack, but then she reminded herself of her mother's message. They're banging on the windows, trying to get in . It wasn't making any sense.
She decided to change the channel to CNN, as she couldn't get FOX news because it was a channel that they had to pay for, and it wasn't a channel that was in their package when they bought cable.
As Isobel continued to use her crayons innocently in the corner of the room, Davina's mind slowly managed to digest some of the information that was being fed to her. Here eyes narrowed and her forehead scrunched tightly, creating wrinkles.
Surely this has got to be a joke?
She flicked through other channels that she never knew existed and looking at the images that were being shown on Russia Today and Al Jazeera, she realised this was no joke. She put the channel back on to CNN.
Davina looked up to the ceiling and could hear the gentle thuds coming from above; it sounded like David had finally awoken. Maybe he could make sense of all this. She got to her feet to greet her husband; her legs wobbled a little as she stood. The astonishment and surreal event of what was happening had stunned her so much she couldn't even feel her legs walking to the bottom of the stairs, as it was as if she was floating.
They're banging on the windows, trying to get in.
"Morning," came David's tired greeting.
He trudged down the stairs, where at the bottom, Davina
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