The Book of Riley a Zombie Tale Pt. 5 by Mark Tufo

Author:Mark Tufo [Tufo, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mark Tufo

Chapter Three

ThornGrip had taken matters into her own hands the next morning. She knew exactly where Mabel stored the cereal and she had deftly opened the small food room door to get at it. She’d finished three boxes before Mabel had awoken and come in to the sound of her heavy crunching.

“Oh, so now you’re just helping yourself? Get out of my pantry!” she berated her.

“Does she not realize that I am nearly four times her size? I am the ruler of the woods!” ThornGrip roared.

Mabel hit her with a straw ended stick. “Get out! You’re making a mess!”

ThornGrip retreated, I laughed at her. “Apparently this isn’t the woods.”

“I guess not,” ThornGrip snuffed, trying to regain her pride. “Are you ready to go? I fear I will unleash my wrath upon the human if we do not leave soon.”

“Yes, I do believe you were getting the better of her.”

“She is an unnatural being.” ThornGrip stepped back as Mabel shook her stick her way.

“You two want out?” Harold asked, going to the front door. This was our ritual in the morning, at least after I told ThornGrip that eliminating her waste inside was frowned upon. The male two-legger had nearly vomited three times, having to pick up the amazing specimen. I’m not entirely sure but it looked roughly the size of Ben-Ben. I missed the little dog but that didn’t make me want to get any closer to ThornGrip’s waste.

Harold stood on the porch and watched like he was wont to do. I hid behind a bush and took care of what needed to be taken care of. ThornGrip was right in the front, in a clearing. She cared not that everyone could see, in fact, I think she was proud of it.

“I have left a little something for them to remember me by.”

“We’re coming back.”

“We will see which way the river winds Riley,” she said, as she looked off into the distance.

I turned and barked ‘thanks’ to Harold for all he had done for us. I wish I could tell him what we were up to. He would most likely think we were leaving for good, and if by chance ThornGrip’s river did unwind away from here, he would never know the reason why we left.

“Hey wait!” Harold called. “Where are you going? Stop. Riley, please, where are you going?”

“To find a way home.” Maybe he understood, maybe he didn’t, but he stopped halfway across the yard and looked at us.

“Good luck.” He waved.

Now it was Mabel’s turn. She’d heard her husband yelling and came out to see what was going on. “Wait! Harold where are they going? Stop them!” she pleaded.

“I’m not sure how you expect me to do that,” he told her.

“Bear, I’m sorry! You can have all the cereal I promise!” she wailed. “Harold is even going to get more, aren’t you Harold?”

“I don’t think that is what this is about,” he told her.

“Tell them!” She reared on him.

“Fine, I’m going to get more cereal should you come back!”

ThornGrip bellowed her approval back.

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