Zombie Town

Chapter 13

"It says here that Owen Patel spent many years doing research on the existence of the Homo Coprophagus Somnambulus or mortuus vivens, also known in modern day as the term zombie," Martha read from the museum's website on the computer. 

"He was doing research on how to destroy their species. One day, he went out of town to run errands for his research, but never returned. No one had ever heard from Owen Patel again."

I sprawled out on her bed. "Okay, that's pretty accurate according to the journal and the rumors," I said as I flipped through pages of the book. 

Martha shook her head. "This is crazy. There isn't any more information about what happened to him and why your stalker is after it! It's driving me insane!" She leaned back against the chair in surrender. 

"Now that you're all caught up with me, let's brainstorm," I mentioned. After a while of few stupid suggestions and failures, I got frustrated. 

"Who ever's playing this little mind game with me sure is doing a hell of a good job at it!" I rested my head in my hands. 

"They didn't ever find Owen Patel, did they?" Martha asked. 

"No, but they made a tombstone for him anyways in the graveyard, why?"

She furrowed her brows as she thought. "Well, if a man went missing and didn't return, why would they make a tombstone for him?"

"Um, because he's dead. For all we know, he could have just run off with some hot chick, change his identify, and start a new life."

"You're right. But he was happily married and had a child. Would he really just leave that all behind?" 

I paused and thought. "I don't think so. It sounds too strange. Something's not right here in this story." I groaned. "Ugh, I wish I could remember my grandfather. He would've known something about it."

"That would be perfect, but that was one hundred years ago, I don't blame you for not remembering. What if someone killed him?"

"That would also make sense."

Martha smirked. "I know where we should go. We should go to the old cemetery where his body's buried. If you're stalker has something to do with Owen Patel, he would've visited him there."

"Perfect, let's go." In the distance, I heard a car door slam and footsteps. 

"Greg's not here, is he?" I wondered. 

"He's sleeping in his room. He is supposed to be on bed rest for the rest of the week, why?"

I snapped my head up. "It's you're dad! I've got to hide!"

With panic filling up the room, I hid under her bed like a coward running from the killer in a horror movie. I heard Martha make a couple clicks on the computer, and then felt her put her weight on the bed. I was smushed in between the bed and the floor.  

"Martha, is Greg still sleeping?" A deep voice asked. 

"How would I know? I have been at school all day," she spit with a large amount of sass. A pair of oxford shoes walked up to the bed. My eyes widened. 

I felt him put his weight on the bed too and I had to bite my lip to prevent any groaning form coming out of my mouth. Really? 

Mr. Seton sighed. "I realize that you're mad at me, but it's for you're own good. You should'nt be hanging around with that girl. She's a... zombie," he said, as if it were a bad word to say.

"Don't worry, Dad. I've been completely ignoring her, just like I'm doing to you."  

"I'm only doing this for you-," he began.