Zombie Dawn II: A Zombie Apocalypse Sequel (11 page)

Albert entered the hidden nursery
behind the utility room.  There, ten cribs housed four small beings and one
larger one.  The Heir of Santos.  The surrounding cribs were spattered with
blood and gore.  As was the Heir’s crib, which was full of discarded and
cracked baby-sized bones.

Albert lowered the baby towards the
Heir, who snatched it from his hands, wrung its neck, and drank deeply from its
throat.  The Heir violently cracked the skull on the edge of the crib and
thrust his fingers into the brain, scooping them greedily into his mouth.

Albert regarded the Heir closely.  It
bore a close resemblance to Santos.  It was large and well developed,
considering its age.  It did not have Santos’ effeminate beauty, though.  Its
eyes were set close together, its brow heavy and beetled.  It seemed a mix of
human and zombie.

“Maybe the worst of both”, Albert
thought. “ The thing had a look of inbred idiocy,” Albert opined.  “Maybe I
should kill this thing before it comes too powerful,” Albert daydreamed,
forgetting to shield his thoughts.  “Maybe I shall be King.”

But the Heir was fully capable of
reading Albert’s thoughts, whether he tried to hide them or not.  Its capacity for
communication had grown far faster than Albert could have imagined.  Its power already
dwarfed Mariana’s at its peak.

The Heir beckoned Albert closer, as
if to cuddle and coo, then neatly razored Albert’s throat open, using a
fragment of the dead baby’s mandible.

As Albert bled out into the Heir’s
crib, Rina and Dokeh drew near, summoned by the Heir’s message.  “Kill all Men. 
Kill Jack.  Kill the Farm.”

The End