Zombies in Cumbria part 3

So. We're back for a third installment of the Kiwi Story. Plot synopsis so far: I live in Cumbria. One day in the summer a few years ago I came accross a zombie walker (I previously thought that zombies didn't exist). I go home and my brother (Tawit/Raiatasnó:re) fills me in on the details. Zombies break into my house. My pacifist sister (Warisaro) whacks the after-life out of two of them with a hockey stick, but not before a  zombie-chav bites my dad. A few months later he dies, but before we can cremate him, he comes back, but dissapears that night. We hadn't seen hide or hair of him for months, that is where this story continues.

   I ran into my house from the bus stop. In the middle of maths I got a phone call telling me of some family crisis and I should get the bus home right away. Hallelujah, I thought, a get-out-of-maths-free card. Life's one big game of monopoly. I once told my head of year that if you get a certain number of house points you should get a get-out-of-detention-free card, I don't think she thought it was a good idea... Anyway.

   "Why didn't you tell me?!" I heard as I walked in to the kitchen, it seems that my brother's picking a bone with my mum, I thought, not every day you get to see that! I picked up the pace to get to the living room, and walked in to see Tawit standing as far away from my mother as the room would allow, as she held out her hand palm up to show what was there.

   It was a bite.

   You've got to be kidding me.

   I looked at the scene in utter disbelief. First my dad, then only a few weeks later my mum, too?! I looked closely at my mother. She looked pale, and her forehead was shiny with a thin layer of sweat, she seemed to sway as she stood. Every part of her screamed of sickness.

   "What's going on?" I asked although, to be honest, I already had a pretty good idea, chilling though it was.

   "Aba bit her." Tawit said, "Ima's been keeping him in the cellar and feeding him like a pet." The venom in his voice was startling, he rarely used it on anyone but me. He was in a bad mood.

   "What?!" I screamed... this was unexpected, not only was there a zombie bite on my mums hand, but there was also a zombie mouth in the cellar and the zombie mouth belonged to my dad. Yet again I stared at the scene in utter disbelief.

   "Yeah, every night she's been feeding him tid-bits after all of us have gone to bed." He said as he glared daggers at my mum. If looks could kill, if only they could.

   "And he bit her?"

   "Yeah, last week." He said.

   "I just couldn't bring myself to kill him." Ima said in a small voice, "So I just... kept him." She suddenly seemed small, like a child who knew she'd done something wrong.

   "Oh, no... no no no, why? Why didn't you just... throw him out?!" I demanded, "Why wait til he kills someone to tell us?! Why didn't you get rid of him?! Why keep him in the cellar?! Is that where he's been all these months?! Someone needs to say something before my voice goes so high only dogs can here me!" I took in a deep breath, I had said that very fast and very high pitched, plus I hadn't been breathing properly since this whole thing started; I was on the verge of hyperventalating with not a paper bag in sight.

   "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd react like this!" She snapped. Suddenly the small child I'd seen dissapeared to be replaced by mum in a bad mood.

   "With good reason! This is madness! There's a monster in the cellar!" Tawit had reached the end of his patience, "That person in there is not my dad, my dad is gone! All there is down there is a life-sucking monster that's too stupid to tell friend from foe! You keep feeding him, but for what?! You think you might jog his memory, make him remember! He's never coming back, not ever!" He was practically in tears as she ran past me out of the room. Mum looked at me pleadingly, begging me to understand.

   "I'm sorry, Ima, I'm with him on this one." I barely more than whispered before I turned and left the room.

It was silent as I entered my room. Raiatasnó:re was sat on the windowsil with his forehead resting on the glass. He looked tired out. As I got closer I heard him whispering under his breath.

   "Teiethinonhweratons ne Ietisontha tsi shekon iethikens, tanon tsi ietsi'nòrare'ne sewaksa'okonha. Etho niiontohak ne onkwa'nikòra." He was praying, something we had never ever ever ever done before without my dad telling us to do so as punishment. He'd say: "Ungrateful children, go and tell the creator how grateful you are. If you think about it enough, I'm sure you'll see sense." He'd then hand us a notebook with Ohenton Kariwatehkwen scrawled on the front in biro and make us go upstairs and read out each prayer first in English then Kanien'Keha. I never thought I'd miss that.

   "What's happening, Kiwi?" he whispered. "How long ago was it that the most we worried about was test results?" I took in a deep breath and thought about it. Was it really that long ago? Was it really such a short time ago?

   "Just under a year, I think." I said, "Perhaps a bit more for you, since you found out about this months before I did... I never could connect the dots... Remember, I never used to cry at Bambi when we were little because I never made the connection between the gunshot and the absense of his mother... always such an intelligent child" He smiled a little at this, making fun of myself was an area in which I positivley shon.  "I know what we need, we need a day off, a day for us all to be the way we were before the earth became a necromancer's plaything." He looked up, perplexed, as if to say, "How on earth are you going to pull that off?" Ha. I knew exactly how I was going to pull it off. "Tawit, ring Ginger, tell him to get a projector and his laptop and to be at the cinemar at 6. Then go down to Co-op and get as many packets of pop-corn, haribos, chocolates and doritos as you can. Here's a tenner, there's more money in the fruit bowl. Then ring all our friends and tell them to be at the cinemar by about, um, half six, tell them to bring sweets, cushions, torches and films. Comedies, preferably, no mushy stuff. I'll bring all our Mock the Week, QI and Have I Got News For You DVDs and some fizzy drinks. We are going to have a party."