“Look kid, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but do not waste the time and expense of our department with false reports.”
“Is this because you’re not happy about the move? You make things up to try to force us to leave? I got news for you; that’s not going to happen! So deal with it!” His mother continued ranting at him for some time.
His mother had never been this angry with him before. He didn’t say anything. He just lay on his bed staring at the wall. His lack of response only infuriated his mother more. Apparently tired of yelling over his radio, she tried turning it off with a glare but it didn’t work. Frustrated, she left him alone in his bedroom.
heard her storm down the steps. Orlando
Later that night
woke from a deep sleep to the sounds of his grandfather’s TV. He waited one of his parents to go downstairs and tell him to turn it down, but he didn’t hear them. Tired, Orlando got up to do it himself. Standing at the top of the stairs, he noticed that the lights were off. It was dark. With one look of his eyes, the light switch turned on. Orlando
“Grandpa?” he said as he hurried down the stairs. Approaching the closed door he called again, a little louder, “Grandpa!”
It was then that he heard the voices on the other side of the door. He thought nothing of it. Believing it was just the sounds from the TV,
pushed the door open. His grandfather was not alone. The TV was on; it was intended to drown out their voices. Sitting across from his grandfather was an old looking man whose gaze landed on Orlando . Orlando
“Did we wake you?” The old man asked.
“What do you think?
asked annoyed. Orlando
“This is my grandson,” his grandfather said to the old man.
“Grandpa what’s with the TV? It woke me up.” Irritated
shut the TV off with one harsh look. Orlando
The old man sat up in amazement, “Can he do this all the time, at will?” he asked
’s grandfather. Orlando
“No,” he replied. Giving it some thought he said, “Only when he’s in a foul mood or has low blood sugar. Which is all the time these days.”
Looking back at Orlando the old man said, “You got a temper.”
“No, I don’t.”
wasn’t going to stay for this. He was going to go back upstairs and try to get some sleep. Orlando
The old man kept him from leaving by saying, “I know about what happened out there in front of your house; what you saw.”
“Yes, your grandfather told me. Which is why I’m here.”
“Are you a cop?” he asked as he turned back expectantly.
“Not the kind with a badge.”
“Then what kind are you?”
“Is this some kind of joke?”
asked not at all amused. Orlando
“This is no joke. This is a serious weapon.” The old man took up his sword.
“What? Zombies! Have you been smoking grandpa?”
didn’t smell smoke but maybe the old man had started getting those magick fixes he had heard about. Orlando
“We thought we had seen the last of them but something’s happened. They are here again.” His grandfather replied.
Maxwell placed his sword back down, “The zombies are rising. I am going to have to train you in what you need to know.”
, wait.” He did. “It’s your turn now. No one else can do this but you.” Orlando
“Do what? What do you want me to do?” asked
sounding like he was becoming irritated. Orlando
His grandfather stood, stretching himself to his full height, “You must become the next zombie hunter.”
“And,” Maxwell added, “You must begin your training before their numbers begin to rise.”