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I woke this morning to the sound of Violet crying. Her loud wails echoing through the old house chilled my blood as I threw on my robe and scurried down the stairs in a panic to look for her. When I found her, she was lying under the kitchen table. A lump formed in my throat and I burst out crying.
"Nanna whats wrong?!?"
I thought she had a heart attack. Then I noticed she was embracing Fillmore's limp body. In spite of Nanna's magic charms, he had finally died. It was as though she'd lost an only child. I never realized how much she loved that fiendish little bastard. I tried to console her but she was in hysterics.
"Leave us alone Vincent...you’ve always hated him...just leave us alone!"
Her voice was horse, as though she'd been crying for hours. I dragged her from under the table and set her on a chair next to a window in the kitchen. She stopped crying after a few minutes and sat staring out at the trees. I couldn't get her to acknowledge me or release Fillmore's body. She just rocked back and forth humming Transcended Sorrow the way she did at the hospital when my mother died. I closed the fridge, cleaned up a carton of spilled milk, got dressed, and left the house to go and buy some bourbon. I knew she'd need it. Though I felt really sorry for Nanna, I couldn't help indulging in a joyous chuckle as I set off for the store on my bicycle. I had waited a long time for this day.
When I returned, I noticed a peculiar smell in the house, a weird smell, like burnt hair and turpentine. Violet wasn't in the kitchen, or anywhere else in the lower part of the house. I ran up to the attic and knocked on her door calling to her, but she didn't answer. Suddenly the door flew open. Thick greenish smoke poured from the room. Violet was standing in the doorway covered in red powder; her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was breathing heavily. She then collapsed at my feet. When I bent to help her I was attacked by Fillmore. He leapt at me, sinking his teeth into the side of my face. His eyes met mine as he attempted to tear the flesh from my cheek, growling, and pushing against my head with his paws. I wrung him loose and threw him against the wall. I was so startled by the attack that I stumbled backward and fell down the attic stairs. I hit my head several times on the way down and lost conciousness. When I regained my senses Violet was standing over me holding Fillmore in her arms and stroking his ears.
"He came back to us Vincent, he's back. Praise God… praise God…praise God..."
He was staring down at me, viciously bearing his tiny blood covered fangs.
Fillmore is a zombie.
"Nanna whats wrong?!?"
I thought she had a heart attack. Then I noticed she was embracing Fillmore's limp body. In spite of Nanna's magic charms, he had finally died. It was as though she'd lost an only child. I never realized how much she loved that fiendish little bastard. I tried to console her but she was in hysterics.
"Leave us alone Vincent...you’ve always hated him...just leave us alone!"
Her voice was horse, as though she'd been crying for hours. I dragged her from under the table and set her on a chair next to a window in the kitchen. She stopped crying after a few minutes and sat staring out at the trees. I couldn't get her to acknowledge me or release Fillmore's body. She just rocked back and forth humming Transcended Sorrow the way she did at the hospital when my mother died. I closed the fridge, cleaned up a carton of spilled milk, got dressed, and left the house to go and buy some bourbon. I knew she'd need it. Though I felt really sorry for Nanna, I couldn't help indulging in a joyous chuckle as I set off for the store on my bicycle. I had waited a long time for this day.
When I returned, I noticed a peculiar smell in the house, a weird smell, like burnt hair and turpentine. Violet wasn't in the kitchen, or anywhere else in the lower part of the house. I ran up to the attic and knocked on her door calling to her, but she didn't answer. Suddenly the door flew open. Thick greenish smoke poured from the room. Violet was standing in the doorway covered in red powder; her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was breathing heavily. She then collapsed at my feet. When I bent to help her I was attacked by Fillmore. He leapt at me, sinking his teeth into the side of my face. His eyes met mine as he attempted to tear the flesh from my cheek, growling, and pushing against my head with his paws. I wrung him loose and threw him against the wall. I was so startled by the attack that I stumbled backward and fell down the attic stairs. I hit my head several times on the way down and lost conciousness. When I regained my senses Violet was standing over me holding Fillmore in her arms and stroking his ears.
"He came back to us Vincent, he's back. Praise God… praise God…praise God..."
He was staring down at me, viciously bearing his tiny blood covered fangs.
Fillmore is a zombie.