"That sounds good." Was all Lydia said and I knew she was thinking the same thing.
I moved away and went back to get Aiden and Joe. The three of us went into the caravan to see everyone. They all hugged us as soon as they saw us. They were pleased to see us until they realised Alan wasn't with us. Janice came in at that point and had left the boy with his parents.
"Tim... where's Alan?" Lydia asked.
"I'm sorry... but he's dead. He was attacked by a biter. We had to leave him behind... but we wanted to go back and bury him tomorrow in the daylight." I told them.
Everyone went quiet and nodded back at me. No one knew what to say except for showing Aiden how sorry they were to hear about Alan. Things were changing fast I thought, as I watched everyone hug him with tears in their eyes.
Whilst that was going on, there was a loud bang on the caravan door. Lydia went to see who it was. She opened the door and Sarah came in screaming at us.
"Help us... our boy has gone crazy... he's on top of my husband and clawing away at him... I don't know what's going on or what has got into him!" Sarah screamed loudly as she cried in panic.
"Shush... it's okay... we will sort this out." I told her.
I grabbed my stick and the gun, whilst Joe picked up his axe. Together, we went to see what was going on, but I had a feeling it was not going to be a pretty sight inside that cabin.
20. Tim Sparks - A Child No More
Joe and I entered the cabin. There to our horror was a little boy on the floor on top of his dad. There was blood everywhere. The boy's mouth had ripped away his father's eyes and cheeks. George's face was now nothing but a blooded, fleshy, pit of mess. I panicked. I didn't want to kill a child. The thought scared me. What would I tell his mother afterwards?
We went further inside and I could hear crunching and growling. I couldn't see George's face anymore, because the boy's head was bent over it. We moved further into the room and I got a glimpse of George's head. It was covered in blood.
I moved closer and Joe stood next to me, but as Joe moved, he stepped on something. A squeaky sound filled the silent room where Joe's foot had met the toy on the floor. We stood still, but it was too late. The boy had seen us.
I looked at the child's face. I was disgusted to see that it was a mess. His small face was smeared with bloody stains and his mouth revealed red little teeth. His lips were unrecognisable, in other words, they didn't exist any more. I was almost sick at the sight of his widened mouth from where he had been biting into his father's flesh. I think I am going to be sick. I felt bile rise up from my throat as I tried to move backwards.
How could such a little boy bite so viciously? The boy was so tiny, yet he had crunched his way through his dad's stomach and neck. I could see a hole in George's stomach. Guts and flesh could be seen beside him.
"What do we do?" I heard Joe ask me in a whisper. I could tell he didn't want to kill a child. The thought of sticking a knife or my stick into his small head freaked me out and I knew Joe was thinking the same thing.
"I suppose we have to kill him like we do with all the others." I said with disgust.
"Oh... Tim... I... don't know if I can do it... what will we tell his mum when she asks us what happened?" Joe asked quietly.
"Well... we have to tell her that he had the sickness and died, but then he turned... and he became like all the others... a biting fiend." I knew that was the case for everyone these days, but telling his mum that we had to kill her son was going to be very hard.
Suddenly, the boy stood up and started to walk over to us. I moved back and so did Joe. I could see his little face more clearly now. His eyes were black as night and his nostrils were ruined. There was nothing left of his lips either, because I guessed he'd been biting so much at his dad that they had disintegrated. The whole thing was a disaster I thought.
"Joe... let's get out of here and tell his mother what's happened... I don't want to end him until we've told her what he is now." I'd decided that this was the safest option for now and to tell the truth, I wasn't happy about slicing my stick through his skull.
"Okay... whatever you say." Joe replied, looking just as eager as myself to get out of there.
We moved backwards towards the cabin door and opened it quickly. We were out of there in seconds.
Sarah came running over to us. I could see she was distraught with worry.
"What's going on? Are they both alright?" She asked me.
I was heartbroken and couldn't find the words to tell her what was going on with her husband and son.
"I'm sorry... they're both gone... your son is a zombie and your husband is now dead. I'm afraid your son attacked his father... we've got to end your son... or if you want you can do it yourself." I said.
I added the last bit to help her decide what to do. She might not want me ending him I thought. I saw her nod and she moved towards the cabin.
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