I couldn't believe something like this could have happened to my family. After discovering my two undead children had gone to the graveyard, I had to find a doctor to help get my husband to recover from his animal attack.
"Stay with me, love," I said, trying to keep my love from passing out on me. He kept moaning and rolling his eyes in the back of his head. "Don't let the children drink from the fountain of youth," I whispered to my man, who was not in good shape.
Trying to shove him away from me, Russell didn't want to be helped any longer. He was moaning in pain and blood continued to dribble down his chin. "Go save yourself…!" I heard Russell tell me, in a deep, gravelly voice.
It wasn't going to be over anytime soon. The zombie children know how much I loved them and want them to be themselves again. I had to get to the priest in this town who would help me with some zombie repellent.
Storm clouds covered the glowing, white full moon. Casting the front yard in shadow. I didn't want to stay out here for long. Grabbing hold of the silver fire lighter, in my right hand, I looked around our quiet, emptied apartment complex.
Nobody was around. I took another look at my wounded husband, unconscious on the ground, with his back propped against the side of the big tree in the yard. "I'm going to bring you back to life, dear. Be patient with me," I said, praying out loud to myself and to my dead husband, on the ground. Covered in blood, I knew it would take more than a miracle to bring the dead back to life again.
I quickly hurried away from my husband, lying on the ground, covered in bloodstains. As I grabbed the handles to my son's blue bicycle and hopped on the seat. I peddled through the foggy town in wheezing gasping silence.
Everywhere I was riding in town, I kept thinking some of the zombie resident locals would appear out of the darkness, to get me. I knew if I didn't think about it. Just get me to the church of Christ. Find Father Miracle and see if he can tell what's happening to the poor, defensive little children in our spooky little town?
I was about to stop on the breaks to Mark's blue bicycle as I got closer to the church at the end of the block in the neighborhood. The front lightbulb above the chapel's front door had just turned on by itself. As I crashed the bike to the ground and hurried up to the front of the chapel.
When I reached the front of the church's door and started to knock on it. The door quickly swung open by itself. Carrying a big, leatherbound book in his hand, and wearing a priest's black uniform, the town's preacher appeared to be answering the front door, with a confused look on his face.
"You have to help me, Father Miracle!" I begged the priest. He was clutching hold of his prayer Bibles in his grasp. I stepped back as I watched Father Miracle step onto the front of the chapel's steps.
"Calm down, Emma Changeling, dear," said Father Miracle in a relaxed voice. "Something must have scared you to death. Tell me everything," he continued, putting a comforting hand on my right shoulder.
I didn't know how to begin. Everything was happening so suddenly. It was like experiencing a bad dream coming to life all at once. I don't know how to explain to our preacher. I knew how much he cared about everybody who lived in our little community.
"What do you know about resuscitation coming from the dead?" I started to ask, slowly. "The children in our town have all become deceased. I need to know what's causing it to happen to the innocence around here," I said, trying to make sense.
The preacher didn't respond. He must think I'm crazy or something. "Yes. You must refrain from the last days on Earth. When Jesus Christ will come back from the dead. To take us all to our permanent home in Heaven. The dead will walk the earth. Causing everybody to experience eternal life without knowing what's happened to them," Father Miracle explained.
"No," I gasped. "Not what I'm talking about," I cried, trying hard not to lose my breath. "You have to believe when I say it's only affected the children in this sleepy little town. When I need to stop the undead infection from spreading to everybody else in town. You have to help me, please, Father Miracle!" I begged and pleaded with mercy.
Before I could do anything to defend myself. I turned to look back at Father Miracle. Who was growling angrily at me. His eyes were glowing brightly white. His white, flaky skin suddenly started turning pale.
"You leave me no choice, Emma Changeling," said the priest. "But I must turn you, too."