Zachary Zombie and the Lost Boy, A Story for Demented Children

Zachary Zombie and the Lost Boy

A Story for Demented Children

John H. Carroll

Published by John H. Carroll at Wattpad 

Copyright 2011 John H. Carroll

Cover image Copyright 2011 John H. Carroll

This story is dedicated to brains: the forgotten victims in all zombie tales.

This story is not for normal children.  If you have any intention of raising a well adjusted child, this is not the right tale for you.  This story is written for children who giggle madly while ripping the heads off of Barbie dolls.

In all seriousness:  This is not a good story for most kids, especially not young ones.  It could even give them nightmares.  I mean it when I call it ‘a story for demented children’.  “Winnie the Pooh” and “Amelia Bedelia” are excellent reads for sane children.

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Tobias was determined to catch the emo bunny.  He had been following it for quite a while through the forest.  He always wanted an emo bunny.  They were soft, cuddly and always needed extra hugs because they were so sad.

He wasn’t supposed to be in the forest, but there were so many interesting creatures that he could see from his backyard: deer, wolves, fairies, porcupines, ghosts just to name a few.  Tobias’s father was a ranger who lived on the edge of the village and the creatures of the forest were respectful to the family, but it still wasn’t safe for a boy to wander off alone.

The emo bunny dashed through some underbrush, disappearing out of sight.  It was too thick for Tobias to enter, so he went around.  A ball of black fur darted out of the tangled foliage and past some densely packed trees.  Emo bunnies normally sat underneath shady trees and wallowed in their misery all day, but this one appeared quite serious about getting away from the boy.

After several sharp turns around the trees it disappeared for good.  Tobias couldn’t tell where it had gone and he wandered around, looking for it.  Sometime later, he came to a small babbling brook.  It was babbling about a skunk that had made it stink for a little while and about a log that jammed upstream.  Tobias wasn’t interested, so he crossed it and continued searching.

It was late in the afternoon when Tobias tiredly sat down on a moss covered log. The smell of damp earth mingled pleasantly with pine needles.  It had rained that morning and the sky was still overcast.  He had been gone since shortly before lunch and his stomach growled, mad at having missed the midday meal.  Tobias looked around the dark, unfamiliar forest and panic set in as he realized he was completely lost.

He saw a movement to his right.  A man was slowly shuffling through the trees a short distance away.  Tobias stood up and waved, the panic instantly going away.  “Hello, Sir!  I’m lost.  Can you help me get back home to the village, please?”  His mother would be very proud of him for saying please.

The figure stopped, turned and shuffled toward him with a lurching movement.  Tobias ran toward the figure, but stopped abruptly.  The man looked very unhealthy.  His skin was grey with some on his face hanging down, his left kneecap was showing through his pants and one of his eyeballs was rolling around in its socket.  “Brainsss?” it asked.

“You’re really ugly!” Tobias exclaimed.  “Can you help me get back home to the village?”

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Zachary Zombie was on a mission to find some newts for Gert, the Wicked Witch of the Forest.  A while back, Zachary had been a thief intent on stealing some magical potions from the witch’s tower.  However, a magical trap caught Zachary and zapped him to death with lightning.  Upon finding his dead body on the stairs, Gert decided to turn him into a zombie servant bound to do her bidding.  He wasn’t a normal zombie; the witch had done something to lock his soul into his dead body and as a result he could still think, although it took longer with a mushy brain.