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The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead

14-year-old Zack Thornwood's life is turned upside down one day after baseball practice when he spots an 8-fingered man with a hole in his head disappear into the ground. Hole-in-Head Man is quickly followed by Xander Moon, a self-titled 'Hunter of the Dead' who explains that there are tons of dead people walking around pretending not to be dead. They look alive, they act alive, but they are most definitely not alive, and this is most definitely not a good thing. Xander gives Zack the ability to tell the dead from the living through their unique odor (he smells dead people) and the two follow Hole-in-Head Man (whose name is Gus) into an ancient tomb hidden underground in the middle of suburbia. There they beat Gus to the prize contained within--a squishy spleen. The spleen is one of the legendary 14 Pieces that, when assembled, create The Osiris Machine which will bring about the end of the world. Zack tries to go back to his normal life, but when Gus tries to kill him in the middle of a playground, he discovers the Deadly Dead are not through with him just yet. When Zack touched the squishy spleen, the location of the next Piece of the Osiris Machine was more or less downloaded into his brain. Gus and the people he works for, including the mysterious and utterly evil Miss Bubbles, want that information, and they will stop at nothing to get it. The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead is created by David Neilsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

David Neilsen · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Chapter 24: Detention is a Total Gas

Xander marched me down the empty corridor, all the while keeping up the pretense that he needed to punish me by randomly slapping me in the back of the head from time to time. It didn’t really hurt, but it sure was annoying.

Soon enough, he led me through a door into, of all places, the school library.

Normally, of course, the library was full of kids after school. They studied, futzed around on the computers, chatted, did homework, all sorts of normal, regular, everyday teenaged things. To find it devoid not only of any students but even of any librarians was really, really weird.

Even weirder was the fact that the entire place was sealed up in plastic.

Xander led me through a zippered opening in the plastic, zippered it back closed, and gestured towards a table.

“What is this? Where is everybody?” I asked.

“Right. Right. They cleared the room because it’s being fumigated.”

“It’s being fumigated?”