Snatchers (Book 9): The Dead Don't Scream by Shaun Whittington

cuddled a terrified Lisa in the other corner. Then they heard it. The sound of glass shattering below them. They were getting in.
    "Oh God," cried Rosemary. "Where's Vince?"
    "He was outside," Stephanie spoke up, pitying the shivering Lisa. "He'd have no chance getting back here, even if he wanted to. There're too many of those things out there. Hundreds. If he's got any sense, he's hiding."
    All three sat in silence. Stephanie gazed into nothingness, her bag by her side, ready for anything. Rosemary had tears in her eyes as she continued to cuddle a distraught Lisa.
    A thud from downstairs was heard by all three females, and the dark-haired Lisa looked at Rosemary in the darkened bedroom and then tried to look over at Stephanie. She could see her outline, but not her face. Lisa asked, "What was that?"
    "It's probably just a few banging into the door." Rosemary tried to keep Lisa as calm as she could. "You've seen how clumsy they can be."
    "There's more than a few," Stephanie spoke up, but her honest assessment was not welcome, especially as Rosemary was trying to keep Lisa from being hysterical.
    "Rosemary?" Lisa cried.
    "Yes. What is it, Lisa?" Rosemary stroked the nine-year old's head and kissed her on the cheek.
    "I'm scared."
    "We're all scared, but they'll go away ... soon."
    Lisa looked up at Rosemary and asked, "But what if they don't?"
    Rosemary opened her mouth to give the young girl a positive answer, but she couldn't think of one.
    More glass shattering was now heard downstairs, making Lisa scream out, and Stephanie quickly got to her feet and headed towards the bedroom door. Rosemary asked Stephanie where the hell she was going, but she was ignored and the fourteen-year-old went to the front bedroom, opened the window and looked out. She gulped, turned on her heels and went back to the girls.
    "Where've you been?" Rosemary sounded annoyed and anxious.
    Stephanie picked up her bow and bag. She then announced, "There's more coming in. We have to leave ... now!"
    "We're not going anywhere." Rosemary was adamant and remained sitting on the floor with Lisa.
    "Fine," Stephanie huffed. "But I'm not hanging around for a minute longer."
    "And go where?"
    "The high school. If we climb over the metal railings and get inside, we'll be safe. At least for the night."
    Rosemary stared at Stephanie, for what seemed like an age, then gazed at the petrified face of Lisa. She huffed out in defeat and nodded. "How are we gonna do this?"
    Stephanie smiled thinly. "Let's get on the roof. That's a start."

Chapter Fifteen
     
    The husband and wife shivered in their tent with fear, and did their best to keep their noise levels down. In the darkness, in their four-man tent, they cuddled one another, kneeling up in the middle of it. It had been many minutes since they heard the first screams on the field, which was followed by the sound of distressed livestock.
    When the husband heard the first scream, he'd unzipped and popped his head out to witness a massacre on the field. As his head was out, the field lit up due to an explosion further up, and he could see clearly that people were dying, livestock fleeing and the dead attacking anything that moved. Engulfed with panic, he'd put his head back inside the tent, zipped it up and prayed that he and his partner would be left alone.
    It had been a long seven minutes since the explosion, and even though he knew that the peak of the massacre on the field had been and gone, he knew there were still some of those dead freaks out there.
    "Do you think it's clear?" his wife asked softly with a shiver, breaking away from their embrace.
    How the fuck should he know? He'd been next to his wife for the last seven minutes. Instead of responding with anger to his wife's query, he gulped and shook his head, which she could just about see in the darkness.
    He had to remind himself that she was petrified—they were both petrified, and he hadn't heard the noise of dragging feet for a while.
    Maybe they had