Snatchers (Book 3): The Dead Don't Cry Read Online Free PDF

woods, it had died on him, just like everything and everyone else.
    Jack asked him again, but Johnny wasn't wearing a watch and shrugged his shoulders. "Who cares?" he called over. "Doesn't mean shit anymore. Who's bothered about being punctual nowadays?"
    "You'll need to know the time once you're out there."
    "What for?" Johnny had successfully forced another locker open. He pulled out some clothes and, more importantly, a sandwich box and a two-litre bottle of water.
    "It gives you an idea how much daylight you have left."
    Johnny didn't seem to be listening to Jack, so Jack refrained from speaking and looked around the factory. Johnny walked over to the forty-year-old man and opened up the sandwich box. "The bread's stale, but it'll do."
    "No thanks."
    "Please yourself," Johnny said with slight petulance, almost as if he was hurt that his guest didn't take the food he'd 'worked' for by prising open a stubborn locker.
    To Johnny, Jack had a vacant look about him. His eyes and his demeanour were almost...psychopathic. If this is what it does to you, being outside, then I'm happy to remain indoors.
    Jack glared at Johnny and eyed him up and down.
    Noticing this, Johnny asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
    "Those overalls and those boots; where did you get them from?" Jack was referring to the blue boiler suit that Johnny was wearing and the steel toecaps on his feet.
    He shrugged his shoulders and added, "It's just work clothes. There's probably some spare in the lockers. Want me to have a look?"
    Still feeling weak, Jack gave a solitary nod of his head and watched as Johnny walked over to the locker area and went through the lockers he had busted open earlier during the week.
    "What boot size are you?" he shouted over.
    "Nine," responded Jack.
    After searching through his fifth locker, Johnny returned with a pair of boots in his right hand and a set of overalls under his left arm. Jack had managed to thank Johnny for his kindness, and the factory worker was pleased that this outsider hadn't forgotten all of his manners that he should have been taught by his parents.
    Jack slowly took his rotten shoes off and threw them into a nearby pallet. He took a look at his dirty and holey socks and shook his head.
    Without uttering a word, Johnny walked back over to the locker area and went through the lockers again. He returned with a pair of thick black socks and handed them to Jack.
    Jack inspected the new boots and checked them from the soles to the laces and knew with his old socks, the boots would cut his feet to ribbons if ever he needed to go back outside in the long-term.
    Jack wondered why a worker would have a spare pair of socks in his locker, and noticing the small confusion on his face, Johnny explained. "Sometimes the guys would do eight to ten hours a shift, and when you work for that length of time, your feet tend to get a little smelly. So once the shift is over, we'd go into our lockers, change our shoes and socks, and go home without our feet smelling like a monkey's armpit." There was no response from Jack, and Johnny sighed with exasperation at his anti-social guest. "Fine."
    A silence enveloped the pair of them and although Johnny's guest seemed content to just sit and stare into space, Johnny wanted to know more about this stranger. "I bet you've seen some mad shit out there, haven't you?"
    "I suppose," Jack sighed, "but you get used to it."
    "Used to it? How?"
    Added Jack, "It's like everything." Jack nodded over to a fork lift truck sitting by one of the shutters. "Can you drive that vehicle?"
    "Sure."
    "Right," Jack continued. "How did you feel when you first jumped onto that thing?"
    Johnny couldn't really see where Jack was going with this, but decided to answer him as honestly as he could anyway. "I was nervous, obviously."
    "And are you still nervous when you jump on it now?"
    "Of course not. I've been driving those things for years. I'm used to it now."
    "Well, that's how it is out there. When you first