The Saga Of Tom Stinson (Book 1): Summer School Zombocalypse by Eric Johnson

he would have to show her. It was the only way. A sudden smile crossed his face. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll let him in.”
    Anidea’s voice shrank, and she stepped back. “Fine, that's right.”
    He opened the door and stood behind it. Anidea’s grandfather burst into the room, and the twins dodged.
    “ What are you doing?” Winston shrieked.
    “ This is the worst plan ever,” added Emmett.
    Tom stepped out from behind the door and side kicked Anidea’s grandfather out of the way. Then he grabbed the twins by their arms and pulled them out of the room, leaving Anidea to face her grandfather alone.
    Tom stood in the doorway and said, “Does he look alright to you? He’s like what’s out there to me.”
    Her grandpa got up and went after her.
    She screamed bloody murder.
    Tom realized his plan to convince Anidea that her grandfather was a zombie wasn’t the best. Even though it felt good to act on his emotions in a ha ha, take that kind of way. He couldn’t just leave her to die. No matter how much he loathed her.
    He took two big steps and kicked her grandfather again, knocking him back away from her. “Does he look okay to you?”
    “ Tom,” Winston said, “what do we do?”
    “ Stay back.”
    Anidea stepped back into her nightstand and knocked her lamp over. “No!” she cried.
    Tom kicked her grandfather once again, sending him staggering into the window. His arms flailed, shattering the glass. “He’s not bleeding, those gashes across his arms are bubbling goo. Do people ooze black puss?”
    She pressed her body tightly against the wall, almost sinking into it. “No.”
    Anidea’s zombie grandfather lunged for her again, and Tom kicked him again, back into the window. “Do people have spaghetti faces?”
    She clenched her hands together, wanting Tom to stop. “No.”
    One last time, Tom kicked her grandfather, sending him right out of the window.
    She moved to the smashed window and stood still in absolute astonishment, staring down at her grandpa.
    Winston grabbed Tom by the arm, and Tom turned violently, knocking him down to the floor. “What?” he yelled.
    Winston pulled on Tom’s arm, “They’re in the house, downstairs.”
    Snapping out of his rage, Tom ran to the stairs, hands grasped the banister poles the zombies were ascending. He returned to Anidea, “Are there any weapons in the house?”
    She didn’t answer him, she was still transfixed by her grandfather.
    “ Are there?” Tom demanded.
    She turned, some how relieved, and without looking at Tom she said, “Oh, he’s okay. He’s getting up.”
    “ Anidea, are there any weapons in the house?”
    She nodded.
    “ Show me, now!”
    Anidea led them to her grandpa’s room, it smelled of death. The bed was crusted black and brown with dried blood. She pointed to the closet, “He keeps his gun in there.”
    Tom opened the door, and her creepy cat jumped out with a loud hiss, startling him.
    Digging into the closet, Tom pushed past the tightly packed clothes and found a safe in the back on the floor. He turned the safe's door handle, it wasn’t locked. Anidea told him to hurry, the zombies were coming up the stairs. In the dark of the closet, he reached into the safe feeling for the gun.
    It was on the top shelf next to a small box. He picked up the box and shook it. Bullets. He stuffed the box into his pocket and picked up the gun before he crawled backwards out of the closet into the light of the room.
    “ Is this going to be like the shotgun,” Emmett said.
    “ Have you ever fired a pistol before?” Anidea grabbed for the gun. “You need to let me do it.”
    Tom had never fired a pistol before, he didn’t even know if it was loaded. All he knew about pistols was that you weren’t supposed to keep firearms loaded in your home, and if you ever found one, you shouldn’t touch it; tell an adult. He checked the safety, it was right next to the trigger, and he clicked it off. To his surprise, the magazine ejected