A/N: So I wanted to get this up. Originally, it was going to be a Devin-moment for 1011, but it's not. Turned into Kevin.

Disclaimer: I don't own at all.


Devin looked to the neighbor his wife was talking to. Eyes sunk into her head, hair frizzy and crazy. Wrinkles lining her face and crow's feet clinging to her eyes. Flabs of disgusting wrinkly skin hung from her neck. Nasty stuff. Nasty, nasty stuff.

In his mind, she had a bad reputation. Over the past few years, he'd noticed more holes dug in their yard and covered up the next day with a fresh layer of dirt. Their house always had the blinds drawn shut and shadows within. So, because of their appearance (the husband looked as disgusting as his wife) and their habits, Devin had taking a liking to calling them "The Zombie People". The holes in the yard did look a lot like graves.

Having a zombie person in his house was not at all scary. He could beat them. If they didn't eat his brain first.

Kevin had the same notion as his father. Devin had told him all his theories on the Zombie People. Devin had told him countless times about the small, sharp tools that they could see laying around the yard, and about how the holes in the yard were graves.

Devin and Kevin were now peering around the corner, watching the woman of the house speak with their neighbor. "What do you think she's doing here?" asked Kevin, glancing up at his father with scared brown eyes.

"They're talking about the fence." Devin had heard the first bit of the conversation before excusing himself to the bathroom, only to hide behind a wall with his son and stare. "They want to move their fence. They've run out of room for the bodies."

Kevin shivered. He got a little pat on the shoulder from his father. Devin continued to talk. "They ran out of room for the bodies or…"

"Or?" squeaked Kevin, trying to keep his voice down to a whisper. If his mother saw him and his dad spying like that, man, he would be in a world of trouble. His brown eyes went wide with fear and he looked up at his father, terror overtaking his small form.

"Or she came to size you up."

The kid's eyes went as wide as saucers. No way were they getting him! No way! He wouldn't go down without a fight! "No!" he said, voice a little higher than usual. "No, she won't get me! You'll protect me, won't you, Daddy?"

With his cocky grin and that completely devilish smile, Devin just leaned down and whispered into his son's ear, "Braaaaaiiiiinnnnnssss!"

Horror consumed Kevin's mind. His dad was there a second ago, right? He could still see the Zombie Lady, but the Zombie Man... Kevin didn't know where he was. What if he wanted to eat his brains? Panicking, he tried to run away-

-only to run into a wall.


A/N: Review?

~Sky