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knocking
him to the ground. The zombie line dance stopped as they all
watched in fascination. A few other vampires came to back up their
friend. Zachary started moving toward the path leading back out of
the graveyard.
    The vampire slowly stood back up, shaking
his head in an attempt to recollect his senses. “Eww!” he
exclaimed, wiping his forehead with a sleeve. “I now have zombie
mush on my face, you moron!” He flapped his cloak about. Zachary
led Tobias down the path, backing away from the outraged vamp.
“This is gross, you idiot! Eww, eww, eww! My pale skin is fragile
and perfect. It will take me hours to get this mush off.”
    It was then that another zombie head-butted
the vampire. Suddenly all the zombies were head banging and
body-slamming the vampires. Werewolf Jack had the musicians play
heavy metal music by banging chains on empty suits of armor. One of
the vampires was being carried along the top of the crowd of
zombies and skeletons while waving his arms and legs in the air.
The party was getting serious.
    Zachary and Tobias managed to get back to
the main gate and they continued back down the cliff road toward
the village. “That was neat! You’re my best friend ever, Zachary.”
Tobias gave him a big hug. Zachary really liked the boy. He didn’t
even mind it when Tobias tried to wipe off some of the zombie slime
that had gotten on his hands.
    The sky was completely dark by the time they
neared the village. The magical streetlights that illuminated the
main street of the village had been activated. Side streets had
simple lanterns to light them. Scents of evening meals wafted
lazily by while the sight and sound of people going home for the
night filled the air.
    They walked into town along the main road.
Zachary knew there was something wrong with the plan, but it was
taking him a while to figure it out. A woman shrieked, “Zombie!
That zombie is eating the little boy’s brains!” That’s when Zachary
remembered that they should be walking through dark alleys instead
of down the main street. He took offense to the accusation that he
was eating Tobias’s brains as he was doing no such thing.
    A couple of men came out of a door with
pitchforks and torches in hand. Zachary wondered if villagers kept
those things next to their front doors. Luckily, the torches
weren’t lit and the villagers had to stop to do so.
    “C’mon Zachary! We have to get away!” Tobias
shouted. He yanked on Zachary’s arm, pulling it off again. Zachary
picked it up and reattached it as he shambled into a nearby alley
behind the boy. They turned down the next street, which didn’t have
anyone on it and then they dodged down the next alley. Tobias was
panting heavily as they turned the corner of another alley that led
behind a small inn.
    Zachary was impressed that he had kept up
with the boy. He could move fast for a zombie. “I think we’re safe
now,” Tobias said, looking back around the corner. “My house is on
the edge of the forest. I know the way and we can stay on the back
streets if you keep me safe.”
    “Yeshh, home, shhafe,” Zachary agreed. They
continued down the alley. The back door to the inn opened as they
walked by and a cook came out of the kitchen with trash in one hand
and a frying pan in the other.
    “Zombie!” the cook yelled in surprise. He
swung the frying pan and smacked Zachary in the head, causing a
ringing sound in Zachary’s skull. Everyone knew frying pans were
one of the most dangerous weapons to use against a zombie.
    “No! He’s taking me home. Please don’t hit
him with the frying pan!” Tobias exclaimed, grabbing onto the
cook’s arm. The cook stopped, impressed by the fact that the boy
said please.
    The ringing in Zachary’s head clouded his
thoughts. He got angry and his inner zombie took over. “Brainsss”
Zachary moaned as he wrapped his arms around the cook and bit his
head.
    “Oww! He’s biting my head! He’s biting my
head! Make him stop! Aaaggghhhh!” the