Zombie Mom

Chapter 5 Watching

Jack Coker was just standing there with his arms by his side, blood covering the front of his shirt, just looking at the door.

Mr. Coker was the neighborhood asshole/recluse. He never came out of his house, and when he did, he ignored all attempts of people trying to be polite by saying hello. He had never once come to the neighborhood weenie roast and never wanted to be included in the neighborhood garage sale.

His son, Jason, was about my age and we had had drinks once about a month after I moved in but I was not allowed to go into the house for any reason. He told me this when he met me outside before I could knock on the door. It had turned out to be a strange night, drinking with the recluses son, one that I never wanted to repeat. Apparently he didn't either because we never talked again.

As I sat watching Mr. Coker I wondered about Jason and where he was now. I knew he still lived with his dad. A quick look out the front window confirmed he was at home, I could see his Puke Green jeep sitting outside in his driveway.

I realized that I had no intention of answering the door if this man knocked so I didn't want him to know we were at home.

"13, get Django and Milo and take them into your room with your sister before they realize he's here and start barking." I whispered to her.

Django was my white chihuahua and Milo was my parents big stupid boxer. They both bark at the slightest things, like a leaf falling, so I was pretty surprised that neither of them had heard Mr. Coker walk up and start barking. Molly, the outside dog, a black pit bull, was still outside in the backyard in her kennel. I would have to bring her inside too but right now was not the right time.

13 and I got both dogs into her room with the promise of a handful of treats and they both oblidged us without a sound.

"Both of you stay in here with the dogs, I'll be in here in a minute. 13, I need you to explain to your sister, in no gory details, what is going on and the importance of her to be quiet and whisper please. Let me go grab a few things and I'll be back in here. Look online for any news, keep the volume down on the tv. I'll be right back." I told the two of them. They both sat there looking back with these big 'what-the-fuck- but ok mommy- eyes. Cute ass kids.

As I was walking back to the carport door to check out the situation there, I caught movement out the windows of the front of the house. I peeked thru the blinds and saw that the lady from across the lake was on her daily run. What that bitch was running for I have no clue. Does she not watch the news? Obviously none of the old people that lived by her had tried attacking her yet.

"Run home bitch!" I whispered to myself.

Right about that time Mr. Coker was walking back up the driveway. Dumb Bitch smiled and waved then slowly stops smiling and falters in her run a little bit but doesn't stop. She must have noticed his bloody attire.

"Just ignore him and keep running faster!" I silently encourage her.

She doesnt. She stops. She fucking stops! She thinks he's been hurt and needs help. As she approaches him he reaches out to her and she lets him because Dumb Bitch thinks he needs help. Maybe had I not already been attacked by one old person I'd be just as dumb and think that too.

I know what's going to happen before it happens and I'm helpless to stop watching.

He does it tho.

He bites right into her pretty little neck.