The Tell-Tale Zombie by Edmund de Wight

Author:Edmund de Wight [Wight, Edmund de]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Murder, hidden agenda, zombie apocalypse, apocalypse survivors, child zombie
Publisher: Ionosphere Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Late the next afternoon Demi heard the tell-tale sounds of the undead. Linda had risen. She knew from experience that the dead were slow and lethargic until they had fed. Linda would be easy to handle in that state. It was Seffie who worried Demi the most.

It was far past the time to admit that her baby actually succumbed to the zombie virus; why else would she have devoured Linda. The thought of her child being one of the walking dead broke Demi's heart. Her entire family was now lost to the plague of death which had consumed the world. What remained for her?

Demi wiped away fresh tears, picked up her pistol and walked to Seffie's room. She could give her daughter and Linda the peace they deserved and then join them. When the door opened, Seffie was on her feet in an instant staring intently at her mother. Linda turned ponderously to face her friend. Neither one seemed to care about the pistol she pointed at Seffie's head.

"I'm so sorry baby."

The pistol wavered as Demi's hand shook. Tears blurred her vision. Harry told her that she was an instinctive and accurate shooter. Seffie used to watch Demi practice when she was little. Seffie made pew-pew noises in imitation of the shots Demi fired at targets. She didn't feel accurate now. The pistol waved drunkenly, first toward Seffie and then Linda. Demi lowered the pistol and fell to her knees sobbing.

"I'm sorry Linda, I can't do it."

A rapping sound at the window brought her head up.

"Seffie, talk to me." It was Tracy, probably balanced on that bucket again.

Demi scrambled to her feet and raced to the front door. In moments she was at the rear of the house. Tracy stood on the bucket and was knocking on the window more forcefully.

"Is that you Mom?"

"Tracy Marie Grant, what did I tell you about bothering Seffie?"

Tracy shrieked and almost fell from the bucket. Her face hardened with the stubborn resolve that only a child could manage.

"I heard you talk to my mom. I can see her and Seffie. Why can't I visit?"

"Tracy, you need to go home now."

"No." Tracy hopped to the ground and stamped her foot to punctuate her denial. "I'm gonna tell my dad that you let Mom visit Seffie but not me. It's not fair."

Tracy turned on her heel and stomped away. Demi raced forward and grabbed her by her upper arm.

"Ow, that hurts."

"I'm sorry Tracy." Demi loosened her grip but maintained her hold on the girl. "You're right, it's not fair. I've been selfish in keeping you from your friend. I'll tell you what; why don't you come inside. You, me, and your mom can visit with Seffie for a while. It will be fun; like a tea party."

Tracy's face brightened; she and Seffie loved their tea parties.

"Okay Mrs. Floros, I'd like that."

Demi led Tracy back to the house. Her head pivoted like a gun turret as they walked. Demi prayed that there was nobody in sight to watch her take the child inside.

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