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“You are gonna be in a whole lot of trouble with the league for hitting Alex like that. Hitting another player over the head with a bat is aserious no-no. I mean, I think it’s illegal. Like Juvenile Court illegal, not just Little League suspension.”
    “Sure it’s illegal. But did you want me NOT to do it? I mean, just tap him on the shoulder and tell him to play nice?” Jermaine had me there.
    “No, I mean, I’ll stand up for you. I’ll say Alex was trying to, you know—”
    “Bite your face off and rip out your guts with his bare hands and turn you into a living corpse bent on cannibalistic, um, something?”
    Yeah. It did sound like stuff you couldn’t say to an adult. Especially an important adult, like a principal or a judge or the tribunal of Little League officials.
    “Come on,” said Jermaine. “This is bigger than baseball. We have to do some more research. Someone has to take on the zombies. It’s not gonna be the coaches or the teachers or even the cops. It has to be people like us.”
    I was still figuring out this whole “bigger than baseball” thing when Jermaine turned on the TV. He was gonna put a DVD in
—Land of the Dead
, maybe?—when the “Breaking News!” sign came flashing on. Some local reporter was standing by theside of a highway with a microphone, telling us about an ambulance that had run off the road and rolled down the bank.
    “We don’t have a lot of confirmed information, Bob, but it seems the ambulance swerved through the barrier and went down the embankment. The authorities aren’t telling us very much, but a witness said the vehicle suddenly lost control for no apparent reason. No, no sign of any casualties. I’m hoping to talk to the police officer in charge in just a few minutes.”
    Jermaine looked at me. I looked at him. His mom brought Pop-Tarts, but we didn’t eat any of them.
    ZOMBIE TIP
    In times of a zombie emergency, it is important to eat, hydrate and rest whenever you have the opportunity. Jermaine and Larry forgot this key rule. No matter what the circumstances, they should have taken the time to eat Pop-Tarts. Always eat the Pop-Tarts.

15

KYLE:
So, nobody except you and Jermaine seemed to know anything at all about the zombies?
LARRY:
Like I said, all the grown-ups acted like everything was normal.
KYLE:
All the grown-ups?
LARRY:
Well, there was this one guy. He knew what was going on.
KYLE:
Tell us about him.

    I was over at Jermaine’s house, like I told you. Jermaine said we should find out if there was any more information about the zombie outbreak and that maybe it was on the Internet. There’s lots of useful stuff on the Internet that most people don’t know, like how you can lose thirty pounds with diet or exercise and how the president is an alien communist from Hawaii.
    Jermaine typed in the name of our town, Acorn Falls, plus
zombie little league ambulance
. That’s how you write in Google. You just put words in and see what comes up.
    What came up was this: nothing.
    “That’s weird,” said Jermaine. “There should be something. Even if it doesn’t make sense.” To prove this, he typed in the words
pancake monkey tractor
and got 27,400,000 hits starting with a “fun-themed pancake pan in a monkey shape” for $13.95.
    I guess we got distracted typing in weird stuff just to see what would come up next—I put in
pink bunny lawnmower
, which got over nine million hits, though none of the ones I looked at had a pink bunny using a lawnmower. That was kind of a shame.
    Jermaine’s bedroom is at the back of the house, facing the yard. Upstairs. Suddenly there was a tapping sound at the window. Like I said, we were tied up looking at bunnies and lawnmowers, so I jumped. Jermaine jumped too.
    I ran over and pulled up the blind, figuring it was just some kid we knew, messing around. But, no, it was a grown-up, clutching onto the windowsill. He was holding up a badge. A ladder was sagging underneath him. I didn’t think he was a