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They were dead!”
“I know, I know,” a timid female voice
replied, “but they did. The woman and the girl are both awake.
They’re violent, and we’ve had to lock them in the morgue, but
they’re both very much awake. . .and alive.”
“I have to see this for myself,” the male
voice said gruffly before both of the unseen entities moved farther
away.
    Alive? Lyle thought. How can that
be? He forced himself to sit up, and felt
the weakness in his arms from the beating he’d given the
zombie-elf. Wait, yes! That’s it! he continued to himself in his head. It was a zombie-elf! Does that mean. .
.?
    He groaned, buried his
head in his hands, and covered his face. “No, this can’t be
happening. It would be better if they were dead.” Dragging his hands
through his hair, he looked up at the ceiling, unaware of the tears
flowing freely down his cheeks.
Suddenly the door to the small room flew
open. Lyle jumped and looked at the door, noticing a young female
elf in a white and red uniform, who looked like a nurse. Glancing
away from her smiling face, he looked at the room he was in for the
first time, noticing he was in a hospital.
“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked,
coming forward. “Solstice is quite worried about you and wanted to
stay, but she had to take a search party out to the forest and make
sure there were no more monsters lurking about.”
    Lyle didn’t answer, he
just looked at her and blinked, thinking, Did she really just ask me how I am? How the hell does she
think I am?! My family was just killed!
She frowned at him, and then her face lit
with realization. “I’m so sorry. . .” she said. “I didn’t think.
You must be feeling horrible about your family and everything. I
should tell you though, that I don’t think they’re dead; I heard
someone say they woke up! Isn’t that marvelous?”
Again, he didn’t answer, just raised an
eyebrow and looked at her with a crooked, sardonic grin.
    The door opened again, to
admit a male elf with a clipboard in one hand and a stern
expression on his face. He was wearing a white and green lab coat
and the words DOCTOR GLINT were emboldened on his candy cane name
tag.
“Ah,” he said, “I see you’re awake. How are
your arms?”
Lyle looked down and shrugged. “Sore.”
“It’s to be expected,” Dr. Glint said,
glancing down at his clipboard and then around the room. “I really
don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it.
Your wife and daughter were dead, but have reanimated on their own.
We are attributing it to the virus that ran ramped through the elf
population last year around this time. We believe the elf who
attacked them was a carrier and spread the disease to them when it
bit them.”
“Zombies,” Lyle said, with a harsh
laugh.
“Excuse me?” Dr. Glint said, squinting up
at him. “What do you mean by ‘zombies’?”
“My wife and daughter are now zombies,”
Lyle snapped, looking straight at the doctor defiantly. “Isn’t that
what you’re telling me? I mean, they’re the walking dead and crave
flesh, and anyone they bite will become one of them. They’re
zombies!” He ended, standing and yelling.
“Now, Lyle,” Dr. Glint said, raising his
hands to try to calm and placate his patient, “you need to calm
down. Getting all excited won’t help the situation.”
    Lyle barked out a harsh
laugh. “You got that right, doc !”
The three of them stood in silence for
long, tense moments, before Lyle spoke again.
“I want to see them.”
Dr. Glint stared at him for a moment and
then nodded. He turned to the nurse.
“Take Lyle to see his wife and
daughter.”
“What?” she squeaked. “I can’t. . .”
The doctor huffed. “You don’t have to go in
or anything, just take the man down and let him look through the
window, so he can see his family for himself.”
The nurse opened her mouth to speak, but
quickly shut it and nodded. She glanced at Lyle, sighed, and
turned, heading out the door. He