Feared

Kellie Hunting

Find your young

It was that weird instinct again, that I had to find Kellie, and I had to find her now.

Kellie and I used to play this game called Kellie Hunting. It was similar to Hide And Seek, but with a few different rules.

There was only one person hiding, and the person seeking gave specific requirements to hiding places.

For example, hide near something yellow.

Once the person hiding was found, they had to shout 'Not It!'before they were tagged, in order not to be the one seeking. Then, the person hiding would get to hide again, and would gain a point. The first person to reach five points won the game.

Flashback

"I got you!", I screamed as  I tagged Kellie.

"No fair, Dorian! I'm telling Tyler!", shouted Kellie. She tried to keep a stern look on her face, but when I started tickling her, she burst into a giggling fit.

"My side hurts!", Kellie exclaimed as she wiped her tears from laughter away from her face.

After she calmed down, she frowned.

"I wish Connor still played with me like this. But ever since he met that stupid girl Lacey, he never has time for me anymore. It's almost like you're my big brother now.", Kellie said sadly.

I knelt down and grabbed her hands as I looked into her eyes.

"Sometimes older people spend time with other people they love, but even if Connor doesn't have much time to hang out with you anymore, that doesn't mean that he loves you any less. Give Trinity a chance, will ya? She might be really nice, and maybe she will even play with us sometimes too!", I said to Kellie.

"That's right Short Stuff!", said a voice from behind me.

I turned around and saw Connor standing with Trinity.

"I love you Kellie, and I will always be your big brother. I will always love you no matter what!", said Connor.

"Promise?", Kellie asked.

"I promise, Short Stuff."

End of flashback

As I reminisced on the good old days, the gunshots continued.

Eventually, I found Kellie rummaging through a garbage can.

She pulled out the remains of a turkey that I assumed was left over from Thanksgiving, which was a few days ago.

She proceeded to stuff the old turkey in her mouth, either not noticing, or not caring about the maggots that now covered the thing.

I noticed next to her was another zombie child.

He had brown hair and one blue eye. The other eye was missing.

In one hand, he was still clutching a stuffed dog that looked torn up by now, and it was spattered with blood.

His other hand was missing all five of his fingers.

On his back was a purple back pack that had 'Liam' stitched on it in black letters.

Liam and Kellie seemed at ease with each other, until Liam tried to grab some of the turkey for himself.

Then, Kellie let out a low growl, and he backed off.

I guess Kellie is his alpha., I thought.

Wait, hold up. Did I just refer to someone as an alpha? What am I, a dog?, I thought.

Anything not human is an animal, whispered a tiny voice in my head.

Yes, if I am no longer human, I guess that technically would make me an animal, even if I don't like it.

Kellie proceeded to eat the turkey, ignoring my disgusted grunts at the gross things all over the turkey carcass.

Deep down I knew that one day I would no longer care if my food was covered in maggots.

I wondered how I could refrain from eating something that was covered in the young of flies, but I couldn't stop myself from eating someone alive.

I silently cried for my lost life and wondered how my loved ones were doing without me in their lives.

I wondered if they would ever move on from my 'death'.

I really hoped that they would.

Meanwhile, I heard stumbling and a trash can falling, so I turned around.

And that's how I met the next member of my 'pack', Matilda.

She had on a Burger King uniform that was ripped and bloody in several places.

She had red curly hair that almost camouflaged the blood in it, and her teeth were perfectly straight. I would know because she pulled back her lips and snarled at me like a rabid dog.

Overall though, I imagined she would have been beautiful had she not been missing both of her eyes and her nose.

Without her nose, she kind of reminded me of Voldemort.

Where is that name from? I can't remember., I thought.

Too bad, it was probably from something awesome., I mused.

Protect the weak, I suddenly thought.

Another zombie apparently thought the same thing.

He came stumbling at us.

He was wearing an expensive looking tuxedo and on his right hand he had a gold ring with rubies on it on what was left of his ring finger.

I guess even the rich aren't immune to the zombie apocalypse., I thought.

Tired of staying in one place, I grunted, letting the other zombies know that it was time to leave.

Mr. Tuxedo Zombie, as I called him since I didn't know his name, didn't like this.

He growled low, challenging me, and somehow I knew that he was challenging me for the position of alpha in the pack.

I won't let him win this.

I snarled back, showing all of my teeth, and then the fight begun.

He charged first, and bit my arm, but I over powered him, and soon he was on the ground, his head lowered, which I soon came to realize is a sign of submission with zombies, much like a tucked tail is for dogs or wolves.

I knew I had won, for now at least.

My pack of five shambled down the street looking for food.

That's the one thing that I knew would stay the same. I would always be hungry.