Free Snatchers: Volume One (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 1-3) by Shaun Whittington Page B

have spent a few minutes trying to siphon the fuel out of the other van.
    It was too late now; he didn't want to stop. At least they had some food and water. He knew why Janine wanted to stay behind, but what kind of a life would that be? There were resources out there in the big world: fuel, food, and maybe even shelter. Jamie wanted to live the best he could in such a dire situation, not hiding in some cold, dark prison, munching on crisps and eating cold tins of beans stolen from the inmates' cells.
    Their windows were down on this glorious day—weather wise, and both individuals had their elbows resting on the side of the door. As soon as they spotted danger, the windows would be immediately up.
    Janine finally spoke. "I wonder how all of this happened?"
    Jamie kept his eyes on the road; he never looked at Janine or made any facial expression to suggest he had heard what she said. Jamie's answer to Janine's question wasn't quite the answer she was looking for, but he felt he was correct with his attitude.
    "Doesn't matter what the cause was, or where it came from." He finally looked at Janine with his face devoid of any emotion. "Whatever it is, it's here. It's how we deal with it from now on, that's all that matters now."

Chapter Twelve
     
    David Pointer made sure he was the last to get into the attic, and after he pulled up the ladders, he closed the hatch. What used to be used as storage was now going to be their home for God knows how long. Of course, they would be allowed to stay on the first floor during the day and use the toilet, etc., but David wanted his family in the attic right now, on the second floor.
    He didn't know how many of those things were out there or how strong they were. He had come to the conclusion that if they remained in the attic for a day, and he checked out the house to see that there was no destruction and no sign of those things trying to get in, they could live on the first floor of the house, but would have to sleep in the attic for safety purposes.
    The downstairs was reasonably blocked off, making it difficult for even a normal human to get in. He and Davina had also moved a cupboard on top of the stairs for added protection.
    David said, "I'm gonna go and search next door, see if there's any food we can have. We don't have that much."
    "What? Isn't that stealing?"
    "Let's not go through this again. I don't think the Nobles will be too bothered; they're in New York for Christ's sake."
    "I dunno."
    David walked around the small attic, and his anxiousness was already annoying a nervy Davina. "Remember that documentary we saw the other month?" David queried.
    "Funny, I was thinking exactly the same thing. Are you talking about the Toxoplasma Gondii thing?"
    "I think it was that."
    The two of them were interrupted by young Isobel, and Davina continued to speak. "Just seems a tad hard to believe that a housecat can infect a thousand people every day with Toxoplasma just for eating an infected rat, and causing people to go…well, mad. Do you think that could be what's happening?"
    "What else could it be? What did you make of what we saw on the TV?"
    Davina never answered, as she didn't have a clue.
    David kneeled down and kissed his wife who was sitting on the floor now playing with her daughter. He kissed her on the lips and gave her a playful wink; as he stood up she grabbed his trouser leg and glared at him with consternation.
    She said, "You don't have to do this."
    He placed the knife and hammer by his wife's side, and put the rucksack back onto his back.
    "I know." He placed his hand over his mouth before he released a cough. "But we need to get as much food as we can. We have a fridge and a cooker that are downstairs, but if the electrics go we'll be eating out of tins for the foreseeable future, and we don't have enough tins. And how long do you think the milk's gonna last? Did you bring enough cutlery with you from the kitchen?"
    Davina nodded.
    "Better get the tin opener to some