Brains for the Zombie Soul (a parody) Read Online Free PDF

stopped
what he was doing and stood at the fence next to the house to watch
me approach. When I got closer and he was able to get a good look
at me, he ran into the house screaming for his mother. I continued
to the front door.
    I didn’t knock. I couldn’t bring myself to raise
my knuckles to the door, and I knew my presence would be known
anyway. Shortly after I reached the door, it was flung open and a
hunting rifle was pointed right between my eyes.
    “You can’t take my brains or my son, zombie!”
the woman screamed.
    I held up my hands and stepped back to show that
I meant her no harm. “I don’t intend to do anything to you,” I
said. “Please, are you Mrs. Deeter? If so, I just need to talk to
you.”
    It was at that point she saw the fatigues I was
wearing and lowered the gun. “Yes. I’m sorry,” she said. “Won’t you
come in?”
    I followed her inside. The boy was peeking
around a corner, and when he saw me, he started screaming, “But
mommy, a zombie!”
    “It’s okay honey,” she said, taking his hand.
She led him away, down a hall. “Just play in your room a while,
okay?” I heard her say.
    As soon as she came back into the foyer, I was
startled by a knock on the door behind me. “Excuse me a moment,”
she said, and went to answer the door.
    By the greetings they exchanged when she
welcomed the older couple in, I could tell they were happy to see
each other. “Have you heard anything from Alec?” the older lady
said, but immediately stopped dead in her tracks when she saw
me.
    “Maybe we should all go into the kitchen,” said
Mrs. Deeter. We followed her into the other room and sat ourselves
around a small kitchen table while she prepared coffee.
    “Are you here about my son?” asked the
gentleman.
    “Is your son Alec?” I asked. He nodded. I said,
“Yes, I am.” The older lady started crying.
    “I served with Alec in Afghanistan,” I
explained. “I was a medic. A suicide bomber attacked a church that
Alec was stationed at. He was hurt in the explosion.”
    “He was near death when he was brought in to
me.” I leaned forward in my chair. “What I tell you next is
classified information. If anyone finds out that I told you, I can
get into a lot of trouble. But Alec asked me to tell you, and I
think you need to know. So it doesn’t leave this room, okay?”
    They nodded in understanding. “Before being
stationed at the church, Alex was being trained in a special top
secret program for necromancers.” They gasped. “The program was
abandoned, and he was assigned to my battalion.”
    “Like I was saying,” I continued, “he knew that
he was dying when they brought him into the medic tent. Before I
could treat his wounds, we were hit by a round of gunfire. I was
hit in the face, as you can see, but also in the chest. I lay next
to him on the ground, dying with him.”
    “Even though I knew that my injuries were fatal,
I did my best to save him. He stopped me and said, ‘I’m not going
to make it, you know that. And unless we do something, neither are
you.’”
    I had to take a gulp of coffee before I could
continue. “’Do me a favor,’ he said, ‘and I can give you another
chance at life.’ I said that yes, of course, I would do anything he
asked. ‘Tell my wife and son that I love them. Tell them what
happened here. Tell them to have hope and faith and acceptance.’ I
agreed, and then everything went dark.”
    The family stared at me in silence. “When I woke
up, the world seemed very different. I came to the realization that
although I was technically dead, I could still function. I was sent
back on the next flight back to the States. I came here
immediately.”
    At this point, I was crying. “I’m so sorry I
couldn’t save Alec. Here, he wanted you to have these.” I handed
his widow his wedding ring and a picture of the three of them,
presumably taken right before he left.
    Mrs. Deeter hugged me, and we stood in the
middle of the kitchen, crying