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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 43: I Play Whack-a-Mole With a Skull

Had he been holding a six-shooter, this is when he’d have cocked the gun. Instead he just snarled at me, single eye narrowing to a slit.

I didn’t want to die. True, my concept of death had matured somewhat over the last few days, but that didn’t mean I welcomed its cold embrace. A shiver passed through me, and a whimper from behind let me know that Sally was equally terrified.

I turned to study the rows of loose bricks in a new light. Obviously it was a puzzle. There were hundreds of bricks to choose from, and Gus seemed to think that if I pushed them back into the wall in the right order, I'd get the Piece. Which probably meant that if I pushed them back into the wall in the wrong order, I would die. Channelling my inner-Xander, I guessed the door would slam down, trapping me inside. Then, judging by the piles of bones and the condition of the skulls, something nasty would happen and my brain would explode.

Fun.

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