Dezzy June
"When will they get here?" Guir asked. He was tired and dark was settling.
"Soon, baby, soon." I crossed my fingers and prayed they would get here soon and safe.
Guir fell asleep watching the reruns on the tv. I stayed up until I thought it was safe enough. I curled up with the three year old and fell asleep.
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The sun shined brightly in my face and I reached over to grab Guir, but he wasn't there.
I wasn't where I fell asleep. I was in a bed. A soft silky bed. Guir couldn't of carried me here. He's too small.
I listened closely. Guir's laugh rang through the open door. I threw myself out of bed and ran down the stairs that were to the left of the room.
"Guir!" I yelled running in a panic. I was trying to find him.
"Dezzy!" Guir came around the corner and hugged me.
"Guir!" I said panting. I scooped him up and held him close.
"I have a fwend." Guir said in my ear.
"You do?" I asked.
"Yea. His name is Robin."
"Can I see Robin?" I asked. He nodded. "Or can you just see him?"
"You see him too." He said. Guir was small enough to still have his imaginary friends. I realized that he should keep them, because he may never get the chance to have a real friend.
I followed Guir into the other room. In front of the tv was a zombie. Watching the tv with interest. I bent over and quietly whispered to Guir.
"Go to the closet your coat is in. Do not move until I say so." I whispered.
"Why?" Guir asked loudly.
The zombie turned around and I screamed.
"Run, Guir." I yelled.
Guir started towards the closet and I went to grab the knife that I kept in my pocket. It wasn't there. The zombie moved closer to me and I was backed into a corner.
I whimpered but didn't move. The zombie placed his finger on my nose and started to say something.
"Robin, is me." He said slowly.
What?