Zombie Mom

Chapter 4 Shit Goes South

I woke up Wednesday morning and shit had gone south, like deep dirty south. I didn't realize this at first though. My first indicator was Mrs. Rose from across the street. Mrs. Rose is a sweet old lady who lives by herself. Everyone loves her and she loves everybody.

I had been checking her mail for the passed 2 weeks while she was on vacation, so around noon when I saw her walking towards the mailbox, I grabbed her collection of mail and walked outside to meet her. She always gives me $50 for checking her mail for her, another reason I like her.

"Hey Mrs. Rose! I've got your mail for you!" I called out to her.

"Give it here!" she said roughly as she snatched it out of my hand. Then, holy fuck, this old bitch grabbed my arm and went to take a bite on it!

"What the fuck! Mrs Rose! What the hells gotten into you!?"

She kept coming towards me trying to get a hold of me but I kept backing up. What is wrong with this old bitch?! Yea just a minute ago I was saying how sweet she was but then she tried to bite my god damn arm!

"Rose! Chill out! What's your problem?" I screamed at her.

"Ungrateful wench! You're gonna get what you deserve!" she spat at me.

Then this bitch lunges at me, I was pretty surprised and we fell on the ground. I had ahold of her shoulders trying to keep her back because she was still trying to bite me. I held her off with one hand and knocked the shit out of her with my other hand, making her partials go flying out of her mouth. She still had a few teeth of her own that she hadn't had to pay to get and those were the ones I was worried about.

I was still holding on to her neck, reaching around looking for one of those big ass decorative rocks she had around the mailbox, grabbed one and hit that bitch in the side of the head with it.

When she fell out, I jumped up and almost ran. Sitting there thinking for a second, should I bash her head in? Fuck! she just attacked me! No, check her pulse, it's there.

I grabbed her hand and drug her up the driveway to her garage door, pushed that bitch in and shut and locked the door. Not knowing how alert she'd be when she woke up, I grabbed a carport chair and some rope from the garage and set the door so it couldn't be opened easy.

Then I ran home.

I needed to prepare.

"13! Thirtfreakinteen!!! Where are you!?" I screamed as I ran in the house, locking and dead bolting the door behind me.

"Right here mom."

Oh, in the recliner, right in front of me.

"Where's 7? Lock all the doors, close the blinds and lock the windows!"

"Mama! what the hells wrong with you? Sevens in your room on the computer." thirteen casually says.

"Mrs. Rose just tried to take a bite out of me! Bitch has lost her shit! It's happening here! All the shit that's been on the news! Get up! Do what I said! The shiteth has hiteth the god damn fan!" I'm still yelling.

13 finally is getting it! What is wrong with kids these days?? So freakin casual about everything!

"Seven!" I scream, running down the hallway. " Get the computer and take it to 13's room and shut the door! Stay! Stay!" No she's not a dog, it's something I've always done with the girls, they know to stay when I say that.

Thirteen's room is what was originally the sick room when the house was built. Back in the day, when people built houses, they would build a sick room which is really a room with no windows so that the sickness couldn't travel thru the house to the other family members.

Just ever so calmly, 7 gets her shit together and takes it to 13's room without so much a word.

Back in the livingroom, 13 has all of the blinds and windows closed and is looking out the peep hole of the front door.

"I can't believe this shit is-"

"Mama hush!" 13 whispers loudly.
"Mr. Coker from next door is at the door but he hasn't knocked yet. Come look!"

I walk over and look out of the peep hole and there's Jack Coker...covered in blood.