The Dead Speak

'You two....left us to die...." one of the zombies utters in a gutteral voice. "You both....fled....like infants....leaving the clan to rot..."

Lester was backing away, horror on his face, "Please...we don't want to hurt you....let us help you...." The female zombie shakes her head and responds in a shrill voice, "We dont need....your help....we had asked...and you forsook us..."

Both zombies advance, arms outstretched and faces in anger. The male zombie is missing his right arm, the females left mimicing the same loss. They both speak, "You will join....us....our son...or you will...perish!..."

Lester continues to back away, white claws sheathed. Jeff is beside him in a heartbeat, "I can turn them using some of my lifeforce. It's very risky but we have little choice right now. You'll have take care of me when I'm done because I'll be near **** from the exertion." Lester looks at him with shock, "No! You can't do that! There has to be another way!" Jeff shakes his head, "We don't have time for plan B nor to argue the point. I made a statement, not a request."

Jeff throws his black hands forward, palms glowing with yellow energy. He shouts and the energy flings from his hands in balls of gold into the torsos of the approaching zombies. They fall like ragdolls, spasming on the ground as they turn. Soon enough, the former zombies lay on the ground, **** and completly restored to human.

Jeff begins to fall backwards, his eyes closing. Darkness approaches as dawn lights the sky. He hears voices calling his name but his hearing is dimming. His eyes close as he finally hears Kim's voice, "Jeff!"