Zombieboy

Kyle made it to the bridge easily avoiding the mob of zombies, who all ignored him, what was not so hard to ignore was the crying from 20 feet above him. Out of sight, but not out of hearing distance Kyle could hear Katie's every sob. Sure they were not girlfriend and boyfriend, but that didn't mean Kyle didn't like Katie, she was still a friend-friend. Kyle knew he needed to get help, and fast, so he did his best to ignore the mob and get across the bridge as fast as he could.

The noise of the mob and the stream below the bridge hid any noise he made moving and before he knew it Kyle was heading across one street to get to another that led to his house. He did not see any other real live people, but he thought they were there, hiding in their houses, looking out, watching. One house had three zombies hanging out around it, a sure indicator that something was there. He did see cats and he heard people's dogs, plus the birds were still chirping and making wake up noises in the trees. Something was different though and it took Kyle awhile to realize it was the lack of traffic, he had not been passed by a single car. No one was going to work today, no one was delivering papers, or milk or laundry or performing any of a hundred other services that all took place before the sun rose. The lights were still on, the street lights had not blinked off yet in the predawn light and some houses had lights on outside, few had them on inside too. A very few of the houses looked like they had been broken into, with windows shattered or door wide open. Kyle was hoping he would not see something like that at his house.

He approached the corner of his street with trepidation, slowing to a crawl and going up to the house on the corner to peer around the bushes in the front yard up his street. There was trouble on his street, a car was stopped in the middle of it, a door was open. It was Kyle's car. Well his mom's white blazer, but 'his' nonetheless. One window, on the passenger side was broken. While Kyle spotted movement ahead of him as he heard a car go by at the cross street behind him. Glancing back Kyle saw a police car drive past the end of the block. He straightened up and made as if to dash off after the police car. Police are there to help people, they would help him! Even as he stood up he realized it was too late, the car had been going fast and had just flashed by on the street at the end of the block, no way Kyle could catch up, even if he had his bike.

Turning back to his car Kyle approached it warily, first skirting up along the houses paralleling the street, then peering out from under his neighbor's bushes to look through the open car door into the blazer. Nothing. No movement. Looking closer he saw what was probably blood, not all glowing though, dead blood, yucky blood. The broken window was from the back seat, 'his' seat. Kyle lay under the bush and pieced together what probably happened, even for a nine year old. His mom tried to get him out, or maybe his mom and dad. They pulled out of the driveway and the zombies jumped the car. Probably they pulled Kyle out, then his mom got out of her door and tried to help him. Nobody lived through it. Kyle could still see his mom's keys in the starter, she would never have left them there.

Laying his head down on his arms Kyle started to cry. Where was his mom now? He didn't have any memories of being pulled out of the car or of, of, anything much at all. What was the last thing he could remember before today?

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