Read Snatchers 2: The Dead Don't Sleep for Free Online

Bonser snapped at his colleague.
    As Jason ran back onto the wing from the exercise yard, Kyle Horan shouted back. "Toilet!"
    Jason nodded when he received his answer. Although the clock was ticking, it was probably a wise idea, as he could feel his own bowels loosening at the awesome site of the dead walking in their hundreds towards the fence.
    As a precious and long two minutes passed, Kyle Horan emerged out back onto the exercise yard, and stared out at the frightening sight. They stood wordlessly as the horde of creatures lumbered closer. They knew as the minutes passed and the closer they would get, the more the numbers would increase. It was obvious that they were pouring through the slider door, the gateway to their potential freedom.
    Without a word, they looked to one another and jumped onto the fence in unison. Frantically climbing and pulling their big frames over the wobbly fence, they were aware of the excitement of their admirers as they landed on the other side, as the things seemed to have speeded up in pace. Despite the numbers, they were spread out and both men knew that, providing they weren't grabbed, they would stand a good chance of making it.
    Both men ran at the threatening group and weaved their way through the beings, and made damn sure they weren't grabbed. It seemed such a long journey, yet they could see that they weren't far from the slider door. Another fifty yards and they were there! Jason panicked for a second when his trainer slipped an inch on the wet grass and was grabbed by two of them; he shrugged them off easily though, and looked to the side of him noticing that Kyle was lagging. There seemed to be more numbers around Kyle, and the majority of them seemed more interested in his presence. Jason continued to run and wasn't surprised to hear a cry of pain from behind him and even though he knew it was Kyle, he couldn't for a second turn to see where he was. In this situation, just one second of a lack of concentration could be the fine line whether Jason Bonser escaped or not.
    A succession of desperate hands reached for Bonser while he weaved in and out, as he sprinted his heart out. He found that, for a second, his feet were off the ground. He had slipped over onto his back and hit the ground with a thump as he fell over, and quickly got to his feet to see that they swarmed round him in their dozens, like flies round shit. He let out a small shriek of fright, stood back up and ran at the crowd that were preventing his progression. He never expected to get by them and growled as his body barged his way through. Cold hands grabbed him and scratched his clothes and grabbed at his neck, but he felt he could move again and saw that he had now went by the biggest danger and only had a dozen or so to bypass before he was free. But where was Kyle?
    He managed to get to the huge outside slider door and his ears were assaulted by the horrific screams of Kyle Horan. Jason's name was called out, but he never responded and went out into the car park where he could see them coming in their dozens through the main entrance of the grounds. He looked to the right of him, and saw a Renault Clio sitting alone in the car park. Jason ran towards the car and smashed the passenger side with his elbow. He jumped in and sat in the driver's side. Luckily, because it was daylight, he could see what he was doing. It took him a minute to hotwire the car—it wasn't his primary skill—and noticed that his disturbance had created a few of them to head his way. He thrashed the car and sped out of the car park. Body after body banged and bounced off the front of the car; one of them rolled across the front and splintered the glass of the windscreen. Some arms tried to reach in through the passenger side that was now exposed, but the speed of the car prevented any bodies from getting inside the vehicle.
    As the Clio whined its way through the bendy, country roads, Jason Bonser felt he could breathe again. The beings