I heard five muffled knocks at the door. “Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.” My signal that the coast was clear. He would stay around all day until it was safe to go outside to get supplies. Bud would always be my lookout, might as well use a zombie you’ve befriended to your advantage. I knocked back three times to let him know I would be going soon. He hated waiting, but my parents refused to ever allow him to enter the house, or “Fortress” as my father would call it. Even though Bud has been my friend for almost a year now, my mom and dad still don’t trust him.
“You….. Come…. Out?” He mumbled. I’ve tried teaching him how to communicate, but he’s still working on it.
“On my way.” I whispered back. “I just have to grab my pack.”
You can’t be too loud, the other walkers might hear you and swarm the house. That’s what we call the undead, walkers. It was discreet and not too scary for the siblings. I unlock the steel-frame door and creep outside onto the porch.
“Be careful,” my mother says, “Remember to use the other entrance when you come back.”
“I will.” I reply as I step onto the grass. The other entrance is a concrete tunnel that was built onto the house during the attack on Pearl Harbor. It connects about a half a mile of underground pathway towards town from the house. Pretty useful, huh?
On our way into town, Bud starts mumbling. He tries to talk whenever he can, practice makes perfect. He really likes learning but it frustrates him.
“More…. Teachings today?” He grumbles.
“Maybe,” I reply. “Only if mom allows it”
“Ok,” He whispers. He really enjoys learning, and he hates being a zombie. But he’s not completely zombified, he has memories. He was bitten when he was nineteen. This weird disease he had since he was lit...
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... be ok!” He shouts back.
“No you won’t!” I yell back. Knowing that nothing else will change if you are bitten again, but they would surely rip him apart for acting out. “Come with me!”
“I can’t!” He shouts. “Your parents, they don’t like me! I can’t go!” He says while throwing a few punches to a nearby walker.
“But I do!” I say as I grab the back of his shirt and pull him into the tunnel.
“Why you… You could have got bit!” He says in surprise. “I keep you safe!”
“Yes I know.” I reply, “But you were in trouble so I brought you in anyway.”
“B-But…” He stutters.
“But nothing, you are staying in here for a while.” I say sternly.
“Alright.” He agrees, “But why? I’m not family. Why do you do this?” He asks.
“Anyone who is willing to fight off a hoard of zombies just for my safety is family to me.” I answer with a smile. He smiles back as we walk back to the house.
" SHUT UP AND LISTEN " he yells as I look at him and nod.
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“I wouldn’t do a thing like that. Why would I do a thing like that?” she said.
“Well, I would try to get them to stop, but if that didn’t work I would go help him.”
“Grrrraaaahhh” someone behind me yelled. I yelped loudly as I jumped and turned sharply around. There stood another zombie with a bright red mask who was also wearing a dark black cloak. But this zombie had a bloody axe in one hand causing me to scream very loudly. As I bolted in the opposite direction back out the entrance. I ran in between 2 of the arcade booths, then looked over my shoulder and sighed in relief as I realized this zombie hadn’t followed me.
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“My whole family and I have maintained a special connection with most of the past members.”
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“ Open this door, or your parents will never find your remains!” Shouted the babysitter.
“I wanted to see if you actually cared about me. That you would be honest.”
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