Zombieboy

While he sat against the alley wall the boy finally figured a few things out. First his name was Kyle. He lived at 6141 Everett Street and his phone number was 303 420-8877. His mom's name was Samantha, his dad's was Bill and he was named after his dad's grandfather. The family code phrase, if a stranger came to pick him up was "Puff the Magic Dragon, dork." His School was Fitzimons Elementary his teacher was Miss Wallace, she was not very old and Kyle liked her, because she helped him with his hard spelling words and always smelled good, like apples. His name was Kyle. That made him feel good. He liked the "Zombie Song" by Jonathan Coulter, it was on his dad's old mp3 player, which was pretty much Kyle's now, 'cause his dad said it was a piece of junk, but pretty good for a kid's first mp3 player. Kyle didn't mind because it was his dads' and it had plenty of space, he could fit like 50 songs on it. Who listens to 50 songs at a time? Feeling around his pajamas Kyle was disappointed to find that he did not have his mp3 player on him. No pockets. But he could 'feel' things better, the 'numby' ness had gone away, mostly. Slowly he opened his eyes. He could see better! He was in an alley, behind the old Arvada Plaza, not too far from his house! He started to get to his feet, then remembered how much they were hurt and stopped, he looked at them again and noticed they were not so bad, it must have been because of his eyes before, mostly they were just filthy dirty. Kyle never went barefoot outside, no kids Kyle knew did, though sometimes in the summer he would walk to the car from the swimming pool barefoot, it was mostly just hot, not dirty. Looking as his filthy feet made Kyle feel weird inside, like things were a lot worse than he thought. He needed to get home and clean them before his mom found out.

Rising to his feet he stopped halfway up the wall and looked at the alley in front of him. There was a large black red area not too far from where he stood up, where he remembered the food was. It was blood. Kyle was only nine, but he had seen a lot of scary movies, enough to know that was what blood kinda looked like. That was where his food was, what he had eaten. He had eaten the food and it was not cooked. It was raw, but it was gone now. The blood was a mix of dark reds with a very faint sort of glow, Kyle was strangely attracted to it and got back down on his hands and knees to go and sniff a coagulating pool near a crack in the concrete, which seemed brighter than the rest of the stain. The more colorful blood had an odor about it too, something compelling. Kyle eased his head down to the pool and smelled it, yes, this was where the smell was coming from. Almost before he could stop himself he dipped his head down into the pool to lap some of the blood up, he immediately recoiled in disgust. Blood! Gross! Disgusting! What was he doing, but the taste, the taste was better than chocolate chip ice cream with marshmallows and bananas on it. He shouldn't, he should not, but he tentatively dipped his head towards the pool again and stuck his tongue out, until the little pink member touched the surface of the pool, just the touch, it was enough to send what an adult would call orgasmic pleasure through Kyle's small frame. He could not stop, could NOT. He dipped his head closer to the filthy mix and started slurping the still warm blood up into his mouth. Part of Kyle was screaming for him to stop, another part, a much more secret part was saying, "Do it! No one is around, no one will see! Ten second rule!" Eventually Kyle was licking the blood off of the concrete and from the crack where the two slabs had come together. He not only felt more full, his belly was by now distended into a fat round knob below his ribs, but he felt stronger, faster and better than he had before.

After this feeding frenzy Kyle just felt, not really tired, but maybe sated, he knew he could not eat any more, instead of moving he merely placed his face down beside the crack he had so recently been exploring with his tongue, with his butt up in the air and his cheek pressed against the concrete, he went into something that emulated sleep. His butt slowly fell sideways until his hip touched the ground too, laying there on his side he could almost see the sky. This got him curious and he rolled over onto his back, which felt comfortable, his stomach swollen grotesquely up into the air. How long he lay there he could not say, watching the sky, it looked so, so different, darker, with swirls of clouds that looked like heavy cream in a deep blue coffee. The sun started to set, the clouds began to cover the entire sky, it was becoming pre-naturally darker, a storm was coming. Afternoon rainstorms were common for the Denver area. Kyle felt like moving, not just laying in the rain that he knew was going to come, but somehow he could not. The first heavy, wet drop of rain hit him square on the forehead, startling him. The next hit the concrete beside his left ear, it sounded funny and made Kyle giggle. Drop, drop, drop. He could see the rain in slow motion coming down towards his head, some inevitably hitting his open eyes, causing him to blink. He did not want to miss any of the drops coming down, they were almost....well, special for some reason. The rain really started coming down, soaking his pajamas, making him cleaner than he was, a small stream started to form in the middle of the alley, washing by his head and draining towards his feet, carried off by the lower center section of the alley, which was shaped specifically for that purpose. Kyle saw no point in getting up now, even if he had wanted to, he was already wet and the rain was cooler than the hundred degree summer weather had been, it felt nice. Feeling. Kyle could feel things, his feet did not hurt anymore, his stomach ached, but in a good, "Just after Thanksgiving Dinner" sort of way, a fullness that was 'right'. The storm passed revealing that the sun had not yet set, Kyle could see its rays on the hill behind the strip mall, close to the top. It would not be long now, then it would be dark. Dark in an alley. He could not stay here. What was he doing here anyway? He should never have been here. Why was he here? Trying to think about how he had gotten here was hard, his brain didn't seem to be working, it seemed sluggish on the point of recent memories. He could remember his mom, dad, friends, gramma Helen, gramma Karen, papa Henry, Miss Wallace. Miss Wallace, she was pretty and smelled, oh so good.

"I wonder what she smells like now?", he thought to himself. Why he thought that he was not sure, something, something was there, but everything got fuzzy when he tried to pin it down.

The last azure rays of the sun left the wet hillside and moved up the trees on the top of the hill, marking time slowly while Kyle tried to remember.

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