No Zombies Please We Are British - Plot & Excerpts
Ultimately, it popped from his pocket and slid through his clumsy fingers. It skidded down the roof of the bandstand, eliciting a cry of despair from Jack. He lunged forward and grabbed the phone just as it began to disappear over the edge. He pulled back quickly when an undead arm snatched at his hand. He looked down to see Tania staring at him. Her eyes were a cloudy grey, although behind the cloud, he could still make out a faint trace of the rich hazel colour that had been such a striking sight. Her blood-soaked body was twisted as she reached up for him. Her mouth pulled back into a snarl. Her skin had already started to pale, a sullen grey hue. For a moment, Jack was lost to the horror and forgot about his phone. Clawing his way back up to the centre of the hexagonal roof, Jack swiped his thumb over the screen. “Hello?” he called, almost yelling into the device. For a heart-stopping moment, Jack thought he was too late.
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