Free Timothy 02: Tim2 by Mark Tufo Page A

on top of the head with the bat until I cracked his skull. (Well I guess that’s not really gentle, let’s just say I wasn’t trying to end his life just yet.) I bit through the top layers of his skin and peeled back the large fragments of skull so I could get to his pink and delectable brain. Charlie was still moaning as I took my first bite. He even comically raised his right hand as I must have bit down on the appropriate nerve center.
    I scooped out every last morsel. I was too full to even think about the rest of him. I got into the back seat and laid down, taking a much needed respite after expending so much energy. I hoped Clarence would keep Hugh company so that neither one would bother me.
     

CHAPT ER FOUR
     
    Birds were chirping and the sun was shining when I stirred. It was like a Disney movie as I sat up. Right up until I saw the giant crow picking at some meat pieces I had left scattered around the car. It left with a disparaging squawk as I stretched and got out.
    “Clarence, you still there, buddy?” I asked. He didn’t stir. “Today’s reunion day, you excited?” I goaded.
    “You leave her alone,” he said weakly.
    “Do you really think that’s going to happen?”
    “I care for her, just let her live. There’s a billion people you can have, just let her be.”
    “What fun would that be? I’m going to get her because you care. Well…that, and her shit of a brother shot me.”
    “Please,” he sniveled.
    I pretended to think about it for a moment. “Ummmm...nope. Let’s go, big guy,” I told him as I started walking back towards where my favorite body lay.
    I was whistling, the bat on my shoulder, not a care in the world. I was really getting to like this new world. What more could I ask for? Plus I got to share it with my two closest friends.
     
    ***
     
    The sun was close to directly overhead when I saw them approaching. I made sure it was only the two of them as I went back to lay my trap.
    “You see him?” Anne asked her brother.
    “We should have killed him yesterday. A fat-ass zombie like that roaming around, he’ll eat dozens.”
    “Tyler! Don’t say such a thing.”
    “Whaddaya know, I think she had something for you,” I murmured to Clarence. He was shaking in impotent rage, I mean figuratively, not literally. I was in complete control of his vast exterior.
    They were turning to leave, presumably to scavenge for more supplies.
    “Hugh? Gonna need the old voice back,” I told him. I would swear he was cussing at me.
    It took a few moments, but after some whispering, I was convinced we had a high-pitched squeakiness that matched Clarence’s old voice.
    “Help, I broke my arm!” I called out from between two houses.
    “Clarence?” Anne questioned back. She was headed towards us.
    “Hold on for a second, sis,” Tyler said, obviously the smarter of the two.
    “It’s Clarence,” she said, trying to pull away from his grip.
    “That you, Clarence? You sound a little funny,” Tyler asked.
    “In a lot of pain, I was running to get away from a pack of zombies and I fell.”
    “Well that sounds like Clarence,” Tyler said.
    “We need to help him.” Anne pulled free.
    “You just hold on a sec, sis. Clarence why don’t you come out into the light?” he shouted.
    “Hurt my ankle, too, Tyler. Please help me. I think there are zombies around here,” I told him.
    “You’re an idiot,” Anne told her brother as she went. “He needs our help.” Tyler reluctantly followed.
    I turned away as she got closer.
    “Clarence?” Anne asked apprehensively as she stared at my back. I think she could feel something different radiating off me. Probably because I didn’t have my shoulders hunched in his defeatist way.
    “What’s with the clothes, freak?” Tyler asked as he caught up to his sister.
    “I’m in so much pain,” I said as I rocked back and forth.
    Anne got closer but was not yet within striking distance.
    “Get out of here!” Spewed forth from my mouth.