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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
90 Chs

Chapter 23: Another Poorly Thought-Out Lie

School ended and I glumly marched towards room 104 as I’d been instructed in order to receive my due punishment.

Showing up at exactly the wrong moment was Gary, huffing and puffing down the hallway towards me.

“Dude! Wait up!” he called.

Talk about torn. Did I slow down and awkwardly lie to my best friend (who I’d managed to avoid all day) about what had happened last night? Or continue on to detention?

It was a tough call that I didn’t get the chance to make as he sprinted the last few yards to ensure that he’d intersect me before I left the land of the non-detentioned.

“Man, I’ve been looking for you all day,” he said.

“Yeah,” I started. “About last night. I know my folks called yours, so you’re probably wondering-“

“Cool. Cool. Later, OK? I’ve been going nuts keeping this thing hidden. Here.”

And he shoved the kukri into my hands.

“Are you crazy?” I asked. “Why’d you bring this to school?”