“Hello, Mr Thornton? Hello? It's Simo and Luke. Are you OK?” Simon called out as he took a tentative step towards the aged body in the rocking chair.
The old man made no movement and uttered no sound. There was just a slight rocking of the chair accompanied by a `creak creak' as it gently moved back and forth.
There came a deep, shuddering gasp, as the old man dragged life back into his lungs. Simon and Luke's heads snapped upwards in shock. The withered figure suddenly opened its eyes.
“s**t!” yelped Luke and he looked to run outside.
“Oh, boys, sorry, I was just taking a nap.” He grinned his usual grin. “What is it you want today? Some fuel for your bikes?” came his slow, reedy voice.
“Are you all right, Mr Thornton?” asked Simon, he looked at the dead bodies on the floor and then s
