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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 · 幻想
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90 Chs

Chapter 66: I Blow Up My Sister

“Zack! Help!”

I stopped and twirled around, looking for my sister and inadvertently bonking Zoe’s dead head on a candy cane-shaped lamp post.

“Up here! Zack! Help!”

Looking up, my heart sunk. Ronnie was in one of the cupcakes, naturally the one that had been raised up the highest. She was maybe forty feet off the ground and as near as I could tell was handcuffed to the safety bar.

“Ronnie! Xander, it’s Ronnie!” I started to race over to the ride when Xander grabbed my arm.

“Wait! Wait!” He said. “They’re all over it!”

He pointed, and I saw a mass of mouth non-breathers scramble over one another in an attempt to get at the fresh meat handcuffed to the cupcake hanging over their heads.

“We’ve got to save her!”

“She’s fine,” reassured Xander. “They can’t get to her way up... oh.”