Taking several steps backward, Eamon whispered, “Gally did ya hear that?”
Galen’s eyes had widened after hearing the faint voice. “Yeah…was that you?”
“Uh-uh,” Eamon whispered. “It’s the zombie.”
Signaling his brother to remain quiet, Galen looked around before his eyes settled on the dead man, waiting for a sign of life from him. Hearing nothing more after a minute of silence, he announced, “It’s the wind.”
“The wind wants us to help it?”
“Help…help meee…pleeease…”
Shaking in fear, Eamon didn’t wait to see what happened next. Spinning around, he took off running as fast as his legs could carry him, screaming, “CARRSSSSOOO!”
“Pleeease….help”
After hearing the dead man speak again, Galen backed up further, shifting from foot to foot while trying to decide if Eamon was right about zombies. Suddenly the man’s fingers twitched. Letting out a scream, Galen turned and ran, following in his brother’s footsteps toward home.
