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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 · ファンタジー
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90 Chs

Chapter 67: I Play Tug-o-War With the Dead. Again.

“Away! Away!” Xander more or less hoisted the both of us to our feet by the scruff of our necks as the Zombies closed in. Once up, the three of us ran away as fast as our living feet could carry us. But then, of course, I had to stop.

“Zoe!”

I turned and ran back to where I’d dropped her, oblivious to anything else. I’d gotten her this far, I wasn’t about to leave her behind. Unfortunately, this led me directly into the path of the March of Zombies. The lead Zombie and I reached Zoe’s corpse at the same time. I grabbed one leg, the Zombie grabbed the other, and we were milliseconds away from snapping her in half like a wishbone before I managed to put on the brakes.

“Uuuunnnnghhhhhh!” said the Zombie.

“Leave her alone!” I answered, planting a solid kick into the Zombie’s face, crushing the cartilage into the thing’s brain and destroying it instantly. Face now completely concave, it let go of Zoe's leg and flopped to the ground.