“You don’t look so good,” she said, backing up, almost falling over the bench at the bus stop.
“That’s because I’m a zombie,” he said softly. “Apparently, this is the way zombie’s look.”
“Right. Well, see you around,” she said, regaining her balance and starting to walk away.
“NO, not really,” she said, turning toward him. “You’re a ZOMBIE! Zombies are scary and…”
“I used to be afraid of them too. When I was alive, I mean.”
“Then you know why I’m walking away.”
“It’s funny how when we become what we’re afraid of, it doesn’t seem that bad. I mean if I wasn’t a zombie I’d ask you if you wanted to have coffee and a bear claw, but besides the fact that I can’t actually eat anymore, I can see that you want to run away from me. I’d probably want to do the same thing, if our roles were reversed. And FYI, I have no desire to eat brains. I don’t think any of that stuff is true.”
“You’re right, I want to run away from you,” she said, nodding vigorously. “Why are you even here?”
“Some kids raised a bunch of us. They were just playing around with a spell book they found. You know how kids are.”
“How many of there are you?”
He tried to shrug but couldn’t. “Ten or more. Once they raised us, they didn’t know what to do and took off screaming at the top of their lungs.”
“I thought zombies couldn’t speak, let alone think for themselves.”
“I thought so too, but I guess they can. At least some of us can. I’m not sure about what zombies can do, since I’ve never been a zombie before, at least not that I remember.”
“You should probably get off the street and go back to the cemetery,” she said. “Before anyone realizes your not wearing a costume.”
“Okay,” he said, looking around. “Where’s the cemetery?”
“That way,” she said, pointing. “You can’t miss it.”
“What should I do when I get there?” he asked, swaying a little.
“Lay down in your grave, I suppose.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“Okay. It was nice talking with you,” he said, stumbling away.
“What’s your name,” she called to him.
“Brian Haden,” he answered.
“Good luck, Brian,” she mumbled, boarding the bus that had just opened its doors in front of her.
The bus driver looked at her and said, “That guy’s wearing the best zombie costume I’ve ever seen.”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s amazing what people can do today.”