Serial Story Tuesday (I'm Still Behind Haha)

I wanted to have part 8 up on my own blog by today, but unfortunately, I was having issues with my left wrist the other day and I wasn't supposed to use it too much. So, typing/editing was out of the question. I hope to get it up by Thursday and if I do, I'll try and post it here as well.  But, here's the one part you are missing! Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Muhhhh: A Zombie Love Story

part 7

Hearing those nearby crackling of leaves made every hair on my body stand up. I stood there, forgetting about my zombie boyfriend and wanting to hide in some dark hole where no monster could get me.
Jack stood in front of me, his gun now pointing towards the threat of whatever was coming near us. To say I wasn’t scared would have been a lie. Sure I was scared. Anyone who said they weren’t scared were either really stupid or a zombie, and if that the case, well, then, you had nothing to worry about.  As much as stumbling around like a brainless idiot with drool and blood dripping out of your open zombie mouth sounds like a party (okay, so maybe that’s a lie..), I wasn’t about to join the zombie club.
In my moment of panic, I didn’t notice that Zander had moved away. Jack noticed. He gasped and kicked my leg so I would look over at where Zander now stood. I had no idea what was going on? What was he doing, standing there where the noises were coming from? Was he going to join them and feast on me and Jack like a buffet or was he going to protect us? I was naïve to think the latter, but that idea sounded a lot less painful than the first. What can I say? I’m an optimist at heart.
  
    “Zander? What are you doing?” I whispered.  I’m sure if Jack had a free hand, he would have clapped one over my mouth pretty hard. Lucky for me, he didn’t.

Before I could say anything else, a low, strange sound filled the air. It sounded almost like a our dog, Sandy, who would growl every time a stranger came to our house.  I looked around, not seeing any dog around. Then, it hit me. It was Zander.
I was learning something new about zombies every day. I glanced over at Jack who looked just as confused as I was. He glanced at me and I knew what he was thinking. Zombies don’t growl. They don’t say anything other than their usual moan. Maybe Zander was infected with a different strain of whatever made all of those people into zombies.  It just gave us more questions than answers.
If Zander had fur like a dog, it would be standing upright by now.  His growl became even more menacing. Maybe that was because it was a zombie growl.  Obviously, I was no expert on these things.
Another zombie appeared at the edge of the river. She stood there, wearing a tattered blue dress and a nametag on it with the name “Pamela.” She looked really familiar. Where have I seen her?
She took a slow stumble forward in her tan knee high boots. I gasped as I imagined her crossing over and eating our faces off. I liked my face the way it was. I backed away behind Jack who still stood there with the shot gun held tightly in his hands.
In an instance, everything changed. Pamela smelled our presence and lunged towards us. Before I could get a scream out, Zander lunged at her. It was almost like watching a wrestling match between two hungry zombies.  As they both turned on each other like animals, Jack began to pull at my sleeve. He wanted to sneak away while we had the opportunity. I was torn. I was scared and wanted to go home, but I wanted to make sure Zander was going to be okay.
I didn’t get a choice in the matter. Jack started to pull me away almost violently as we made a mad dash for home. I protested, feeling my heart getting heavier and heavier with the thought of Zander getting hurt.
Jack wouldn’t hear my protests until we made it to our yard. Only when we made it to our front door and it was locked behind us did he let go of my arm and turn to face me. Utter exhaustion and fear hit every bone in my body and I slid to the floor, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I could hear my parents talking loudly in the kitchen. Loud music was playing upstairs by our little sister.  It was like it was before the zombies came. It seemed so normal that there was no way Zander could be out there as a zombie fighting another zombie. He did it for me.  I had a zombie bodyguard. I was like Whitney Houston and he was Kevin Costner. Well, if Kevin Costner was a zombie, of course.
The thought of that made me smile and I wiped the tears from my cheeks before my parents could see them. At dinner, everyone asked what went on in the woods.  Lucky for me, Jack couldn’t say a word. He was always a horrible liar. When my mother asked us that question, he just ducked his head down and stared down at his empty plate.

    “It went alright,” I said, quickly, not wanting to give anything away.

    “Well, did you get anything?” my father asked, wanting to get straight to the point.

I looked at Jack who shook his head. I smiled. “We didn’t have an opportunity.”

Before my parents could say anything else, a loud series of knocks sounded at our front door. It sounded pretty urgent, whoever it was.

    “Who in the hell could that be?” my father asked, throwing down his napkin.

He walked into the living room with everyone following behind. We were all curious to know what was going on. It reminded me of when we first found out about the zombies. Chub and Neil both stood at our door that fateful evening with guns in their hands, blurting out everything. Chub seemed more excited at the possibility of becoming a zombie hunter. I think he wanted to be like the guys you see in zombie movies who swoop in to save the rest of the surviving human race. Unfortunately, I was learning real life is nothing like the movies.
It was almost like deja vu to see Chub and Neil standing outside our doorway again. They both looked pretty confused but excited.
  
    “What’s going on?” my father asked, cautiously. He began to peer behind them for some sign of another wave of zombies coming at us.

Chub shook his head. “ You are never going to believe what we saw.”

    “Excuse me?”

    “Seriously, you have to follow us.”

The sense of urgency in his voice made my heart clench in my chest. My hand immediately went to the necklace around my neck as I imagined Zander.

    “You’ll never guess who we saw out there,” Neil said.

    “As a zombie,” Chub added, nudging my father on the ribs.

Oh, crap.

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