Pick Bunny’s Brainz

I should be more excited about figuring out the connection between my school and the zombie hunters, but all I can think is that a frat my dad was in is trying to kill me. Correction: is trying to kill me AGAIN.

So I figured that if I could look through some of my dad’s old stuff, I could maybe find out more. Maybe even find a way to get to the zombie hunters. Because that’s what the message from the universe has been all along: don’t wait for them to come to you!

As far as I know, mom’s still got all of dad’s stuff stored in the garage, so I decided to sneak in the house, and go through his old papers to find clues.

It wasn’t hard. Every year my mom throws this CRAZY Halloween party. Everybody gets drunk, everybody DRESSES UP, and it’s too crowded and dark to really recognize anyone.

So I locked CeeCee, Misha, and Leland up in the tunnels, and I headed to the party late. It was the usual madhouse scene of people in their forties making fools of themselves. And the side door into the garage wasn’t even locked. I strolled right in and started hunting around for the boxes. Even if someone came in and saw me, they’d never recognize who I was.

Or that’s what I was thinking, until this little voice right behind me said, “Bunny?”

I spun around. It was Milo in his little ghost costume. He’s been wearing that same Halloween ghost costume since he was three. The same costume I used to wear as a kid. My mom’s idea of a ‘no fuss no muss solution to Halloween.’

Milo looked up at me. “Bunny, that’s a really scary costume,” he said. It sounded almost like an accusation. I wanted to be able to say something to him. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t do anything. So I knelt down and gave him a hug.

He didn’t hug me back. “Everybody says you’re dead, Bunny, but I never believed them.” He didn’t sound so sure, though. Poor little guy. Kids are smart. Kids are wonderful, and warm, and full of some much life. They smell more full of life that adults. They smell available, and juicy, and irresistible.

The world was going pink. Humming filled my ears and I suddenly wasn’t sure where I was, or who I was with. A growl started in my throat and then the thing in my arms was struggling, struggling and it was afraid, which meant time to eat…

“Milo!” The drunk, bossy voice of my mother broke through the humming. “What the hell are you doing with my kid?” she demanded. And somehow, I was able to push away. Milo stumbled back against the car. My mother was marching towards us and I was trying to hide my face. I turned and grabbed a box of papers, any box, it didn’t matter, and I ran.

Tags: Family, Milo, zombie halloween, Zombie hunters