Snippet: Zombies

Snippets: whatever I felt like writing spontaneously at that moment, shared here for no purpose other than entertainment.

“Hey, Brian, do you mind doing a favour for me?”


Bob looked up to see his brother in a state of rapture. Something was glowing faintly blue from his room but the light wasn’t on. Obsessed, thought Bob. Who didn’t have enough self control to play video games after breakfast?

Pulling out his chair, he sat down with a contented sigh as he relished in the rattle of Lucky Charms falling into his bowl. It was Sunday morning. The prospect of tomorrow shimmered with the raindrops tapping on the kitchen window. With their parents away on a business trip, Bob was content to spend the rest of the week playing video games with his brother. And not to mention, but there were still those butter loaded overripe blueberry strudels waiting for him in the oven. The heat of it thawed his toes and eased the circulation back to the tip of his nose. Paradise…

“Hey…Look!” With an muted plop, the toy dropped out of the cereal box and into his milk. A plastic sword! It was about four inches long and a painted plastic, but sharp. He ripped open the small, moist plastic bag encasing it without waiting for his brother. “Brian! I found the toy! Come down or it’s mine!”

No response. The moment was oddly anticlimactic, with no one to witness it in the empty kitchen. Still that should teach his brother, who had been waiting to open this box of cereal all week, not to obsess over video games over his own flesh and blood brother. Isn’t that a choking hazard anyways?  

Bob considered running up into his brother’s room, brandishing the mini sword heroically in the air, before swiping it out of reach as Brian inevitably grabbed for it, but instead he set it aside on the table and picked up his spoon. He stared at it for a moment, letting a little disappointed “This toy sucks” out from his mouth, before resumed to eat his cereal. It sounded like Brian was fighting a hydra in Creature Combat Wars; he’d just ignore Bob anyways. With a background of tinny electronic noises to compliment the clack of his spoon, Bob worked away at his Lucky Charms until he only had colourful milk left.

“Come down here! I’m not washing the dishes again!” Bob yelled, at last, as he tossed his dirtied spoon and bowl into the sink where three dishes crusted with orange powder and a cup were already piled. He had no more patience left. The kitchen certainly got grubbier when his parents weren’t around; Bob would attest to that. Navigating a kitchen when dirty bowls rested on every countertop and bits of slippery food lined the ground wasn’t always fun. Still, that was no matter though when you could have mac and cheese five times a day and not be told you’d die of malnutrition.

From Brian’s room, Bob heard the thundering of footsteps and then a thump as his brother jumped from the third step down as he customarily did. The sound of scurrying feet directed his mind’s eye, zeroing in on the a mental picture of Brian disappearing behind the washroom door to mess with his hair or brush his teeth lest he inflicting his slightly foul breath upon him. And then as Bob slowly rotated his head from ten to forty five degrees directly at the doorway he saw something he might never forget…

“Bri -”

Bob screamed. It wasn’t Brian. It might have once been Brian, but this able bodied, but severely injured looking body was not Brian. “What did you do to my brother?” Bob screamed shrilly. All he could see was the advancing bloodied face and empty, cold dead eyes. At that moment, Bob his psyche detach from his body in horror and float indifferently above the scene. The two flaps that were its lips opened in reply but only a disgusting thick gurgle came out while globules of blood stitched the two lips together. “Did you kill him?” A sob caught in his throat as he realized what Brian’s conditioned entailed; his older brother, his reluctant idol, his beloved brother, killed! And him…was he next? The thought almost didn’t even seem to matter after the fright of living with such a sight. Then as he calmed down a rational thought settled in his mind. Wait. This guy looks familiar, but not because he’s my brother. He’s familiar because he’s from Cosmic Creature Wars! Bob screamed again. “Where are you, Brian? Stop hiding, I’m your little brother! Save me! Save me!”

The toy sword! He had a weapon!



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