Say What?

This is in response to the ‘Zombie’ Challenge.

“What are you doing out here?” Jeremiah demanded in a voice made all the more dangerous due to its’ low pitch. “It’s two o’clock in the morning.”

“I’m on guard duty,” Micah explained, looking up from his place on the floor next to Glen and TJ’s bedroom door.

“Whatever for?”

“TJ says it’s just a precautionary measure.”

“Exactly what are you guarding him against?”

“Zombies,” Micah loudly whispered and grinned at the irate man in front of him.

Jeremiah’s chin dropped as he bowed his head, closed his eyes and silently prayed for patience. He reached down, wrapped a hand tightly around his Brat’s bicep, hauled him up off the floor and firmly steered him into their room.

“I take it he’s been watching that dreadful TV show again,” the older man muttered.

A hard slap on Micah’s butt had him scrambling across to his side of the bed and quickly getting under the covers. “TJ’s said he doesn’t believe zombies really exist, but then he didn’t believe ghost did either.”

He waited for Jeremiah to get into bed and snuggled up against the bigger man. “Guess he didn’t want to take any chances.”

Jeremiah sighed out his frustration. “And he thought should one suddenly appear you’d be able to handle him, right?”

“Well, everyone knows zombies are afraid of ghost!” Micah staunchly declared. Seeing Jeremiah’s raised eyebrow, he rethought that idea. “At least, that’s what TJ told me.”

“Of course it is,” Jeremiah groaned. He landed a second swat on Micah’s butt. “Go to sleep!”

The End.