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Muhhhh: A Zombie Love Story

Part 5

    “Meg? What’s going on?”
My mother repeated her question as I stood there with the shot gun feeling pretty heavy in my hand.  My family looked down at the gun and then back at me, expecting an answer.
    “Well, it’s a pretty funny story…”
Chub cut in with a smile on his face. “You see, I needed some help chasing off a zombie, so Meg here decided to help out.” He patted me on the shoulder. “You raised a nice kid here.”
Everyone looked at me again. I nodded my head slowly. “Yeah, that’s it.  My assistance was needed. Good thing I stayed home, huh?”
The only one who didn’t look convinced was my father. “Wait, you needed help, Chub?” he asked. “You never claim to need help when I offer it. But, you need assistance from an 18 year old?”
The attention was then put on Chub who didn’t seem to let the phase him in the slightest. He shrugged and placed the rifle on his shoulder.  “Maybe if you were nicer, I would enjoy having you help me.
    “Being nice doesn’t kill zombies.”
    “Well being grouchy doesn’t help me,” Chub said with a smirk. “Watch it, old man. I’ll slap the face off your face.”
With a wink and a slap on my dad’s shoulder, Chub walked off to his house, a slight swagger in his steps.  My dad shook his head and muttered something that sounded like, “Like that would happen.” He walked off into the house, leaving us to gather up the supplies and put them in the house.
After dinner, I sat up in my room, thinking about what happened that day.  Even though he had changed so much, I knew that the zombie I saw for the past few days was Zander. It had to be.  My eyes went over to the photograph of me and Zander at our high school graduation. We were both so happy to be rid of the place we felt was prison. We had all of these great plans.  During the summer, we were going to go backpacking through Europe with a few of our friends. Zander always wanted to go to Europe especially Scotland.  Being the romantic that he was, he always told me he wanted to get married there one day. I envisioned us getting married at some old but beautiful castle with all of these green fields surrounding it. Then, when fall came, we were both going to head to New York City where he was going to major in Pre-Law at NYU and I was going to go to film school. We started searching for apartments, groaning about how expensive and small they were, but inside we were excited to be getting out of North Carolina. It was all coming together.
Then, the zombies came and destroyed all of that.  During all of the chaos that happened at the beginning, Zander’s whole family disappeared. I knew something was wrong because Zander wouldn’t have left me. If he was running away from all of this, he would have taken me with me.
My parents sat me down and told me to move on. They told me to let him go because he was gone. They feared the worst and he wasn’t coming back.
Well, they were wrong. He did. Unfortunately as a zombie.
I smiled sadly. I guess nobody saw that one coming. Not even me.  Now what was I to do? I just couldn’t bear the thought of anyone killing him. The image of my father and Chub going on their daily hunts made me grimace. It could easily happen and I had to make sure it didn’t.
I had to be honest with myself. My boyfriend was now a zombie. Perfect, I thought. Just perfect.
A week went by and I didn’t see Zander. I would wait up at night by my bedroom window, hoping he would show up beneath it again. After the fifth night of another no-show, I started to get worried. Whenever my dad came home from his hunts, I would ask him if he had killed any zombies and if he had, I would ask him to describe them. He would always give me a weird look and shake his head.  He never described Zander and for that I was thankful.
The next day I knew I had to get out there and look for him, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sneak out by myself. I needed some help. I needed an accomplice. Who better than someone who wouldn’t talk?
I pulled Jack aside after breakfast and said, “I really need your help.”
Jack gave me a look that I knew said, “I’m not interested.” But I wasn’t going to hear that.
    “I’m serious, Jack. It’s important. Please?”
Finally, he sighed and nodded. He raised his eyebrows, wanting to hear more about what I needed.  I knew I had to confide in someone. There was no way I could do this by myself. Plus, I was going to drive myself crazy if I kept it to myself. Maybe Jack could give me some advice. Of course, it would be in his own silent way, but it’d still be advice.
After I told him that I found Zander, his blue eyes widened. He shook his head in disbelief.
    “It’s true,” I whispered. “I saw him. There’s just a slight catch..” Jack looked at me, his eyes now narrowed. I took a deep breath. Here we go. “You see, he’s now a zombie.”
Jack shook his head almost violently.  He mouthed “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    “I’m not kidding. Please, Jack. Please help me. I have to know for certain or it will drive me crazy. If it’s him, I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.”
My brother whirled around and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the stand nearby. He started to write something down furiously and afterwards he shoved it in my face. I read:
  
There is no way that it’s Zander. He’s gone. Let it go. Even if it is, you can’t do anything about it. He’s a friggin’ zombie, Meg.  You can’t have an attachment to a zombie.  You’re going to get hurt and then it’ll be my ass. No way.

I ripped up the piece of paper and threw it in the trashcan. “You don’t understand, Jack. I’m going to do this whether you help me or not. Wouldn’t it make you feel better if you were there? Jack, it’s Zander. Come on. I’m sure he remembers me. He has to.”
Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. He nodded his head slowly and I grinned.
    “Great. Let’s get going.”

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