Grave II *not for the easily scared*

The door swung open, and Henry run in, dragging his sister behind him. The images of the zombie attack still fresh in his mind. He was shaking, and he ran up to his room. He started to cry, and grabbed a cricket bat. “We have to find mum and dad.” He said. Sally was trying so hard to control her sobs, as she ran to him for a hug.
” are they ok?” She whispered to him, as he held her tight. He stroked her brown curly hair, and smiled.

“Yes.” He whispered to her.  He turned her head, and stared her in her big blue eyes. “They will be just fine. Now, let’s get you a drink.” He stumbled downstairs, and put on the kettle. He stood; swaying on the spot for a second, then fell to the sink. Sickeningly warm pasta pushed its way back up his neck, and fell to the bottom of the basin with a sickening splat. He wiped the foul liquid from his lips, before spewing up again. He looked up, at the kettle.

“Tea! Nice and sugary.” He pronounced as he entered the bedroom. His sister was sitting, wrapped up in his bedspread, reading a comic. She smiled at the normalness of it all. The doorbell rang, and Henry ran downstairs, shouting. “MUM! DAD!” He nearly ripped the door off its hinges. His mother was standing there, with his father holding onto her shoulder. She helped him limp inside, and then closed the door. Sally ran downstairs and straight into the embrace of her mother. Afterwards, she turned her worrying eyes to her father.
”Daddy, are you ok?” She asked him, her eyes starting to well with tears. “Did the bogy monster get you?” He smiled, weekly.

“No, poppet. I just hurt my leg on the gate, on the way here.” He smiled. “The police will stop the nasty thing.” They all hugged, and Henry looked out the window, slightly worried.

“What if it gets in?”

“It won’t.”

“But if…” His father cut him off, sternly.

“Nothing and no-one is getting in, or out until…” He was cut off by a rap at the door. Henry stood up. It came again, more urgent, now. He ran to the door, and pulled it open. A tall boy stepped through. He had white skin, and blond hair. His red eyes darted around the hall. Outside, something stirred. The boy pushed Henry aside, and slammed the door shut. He fixed Henry with a stare.
”Are we safe, here?”