After All

3 - GARYLL

9:00. Time flies so slowly today. I wonder why?

It's silent. For a moment. Until my phone rings. It's a text message from my dad.

"Hey son. Sry had 2 leave w/o u knowing. Had 2 go to work early. I know its fri but im a busy man. Dont worry. B back soon."

It's pretty weird seeing my dad using all those abbreviations and text lingo. He thinks he's part of our generation just because he owns one of the latest smartphones.

"Garyll... I have booboo." My 7 year-old brother, Gomm, says from behind me. I turn around to see him pointing to a red mark on his leg, holding his blanket in the other hand.

Believe me when I say I love my brother. It's just that... he can get, what's the word... annoying... at times.

One time, he had a project of making a miniature garden. Without my permission, mind you, he just stormed into my room and took my leaf collection from elementary and used that instead of grabbing plants from our backyard which was literally 10 meters away. Talk about lazy.

"What's your right to tell me about your hurt?" I say to Gomm.

"You brother." Gomm replies.

"What about it?"

"Brother smart."

"Why, thank you."

"Smart to help other in need."

"Yeah. And you're not one of them."

Gomm's expression changes from sadness to anger. He takes a step forward like he's those people in a lineup of suspects from a murder.

He steps on my foot.

"Ouch! What was that for?" I ask. Now he's really done it.

"Brother bad."

"And so are you." I say that like it hasn't been obvious.

"Me just watch TV box."

Gomm walks to the living room and turns on the TV. The TV is set on the news channel.

"News bad. Me change," Gomm says to himself. I could hear it from a small distance, though it sounded like a whisper.

I approach. "No, wait. This news sounds important."

Gomm sinks into the chair.

BREAKING NEWS
Due to the zombie outbreak that has started a few days prior...

"Zombies?" Gomm sits up again. Meanwhile, I slowly turn pale.

...all schools across the world will be shut down for the time being.

Gomm suddenly stands up and starts cheering to himself, like he just won a contest at school.
"Yay! No school!"

"It's going to be infested wih zombies," I say to Gomm.
He looks at me with a smile on his face, and mine has a blank stare.

"I want those zombies to make my teachers suffer," he says.

After that, I just look at him with a scared expression on my face, like I suddenly found out he just murdered someone.

Help me.