My little brother, Kyle, has been six years old for six years now. Ever since he was bitten by that decrepit stray cat passing through our backyard, he has stopped growing and smells as retched as that damn cat no matter how many times we scrub him down. He’s always up for play fighting, wrapping his chubby arms around my leg and his little jaws going for the thigh. But luckily for me, I peel him off and throw him easily to the ground, where his little limbs flail spastically in all directions. When he gets too aggressive and adamant about devouring the family, he spends a timeout in his room. Zombie kids never learn and rarely listen. But he’ll always be my little brother and I love him for who he is.
Since he began eating us out of house and home, Mom had to go back to work to pay for the extra pounds of raw meat he goes through daily. The butcher took sympathy on the family and printed a rewards card just for us: One hundred pounds of meat and the next pound’s free! With Mom and Dad away at work, I bring Kyle with me to school. I can’t just leave him home alone to terrorize the neighbors, even though ridding the street of the Paulson kids wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Kyle follows me around the campus and stands beside me in class. Fellow students in close proximity don’t always appreciate the staring, excessive drooling, and gurgling sounds, but they’ve come to accept Kyle over the past few years. He’s even become the school mascot. The games when he gets to run around like a banshee in his personalized polar bear costume make me so proud and sometimes bring a tear to my eyes. For those magical moments, Kyle’s in zombie kid heaven. They’re also the times when he can’t hurt anyone no matter how hard he tries to bite through the furry, padded suit. Have you ever seen a zombie kid chasing his back zipper like a dog chasing its tail? I’ll try to remember to post a video.Now that I’m a senior, Kyle and I run the school. He marches beside me like my own personal midget bodyguard. The incoming freshmen have no idea what to expect when they see us strutting down the hall. When I yell, “Sick’em, Kyle!” he charges their huddled clusters, scattering freshmen like a murder of crows. Sometimes he charges off on his own accord and I have to reel him back before he wreaks too much havoc. Silly freshmen, as long as they’re wearing long pants, they’ll be fine. That’s my little brother, always trying to take people out at the knees. His persistence is inspirational. We can all learn a thing or two from Kyle, my zombie little brother.
In fellow blogger news, Nancy Thompson has revealed the cover to her book, The Mistaken today! Hop over to her blog to find out more about her book. The Mistaken has a release date of October, 18th. Mark it on your calendars. Congratulations, Nancy! :)