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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

I Go Out For Pity Pizza

I couldn’t look anyone in the eye in the locker room, least of all Hector, who sat on a bench staring blankly into space as if someone had just tortured something cute and fluffy in front of his eyes. Not even bothering to shower, I changed my clothes and got out of there as fast as possible. I passed Coach on my way out, ignoring him as he began to spout off some life-affirming platitude. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want to talk to anybody.

I really didn’t want to talk to Zoe Francis, a girl in one of my classes that I had had a major crush on for about five months and whom my best friend Gary had been dating for a little over three.

“Rough game, Zack,” she said as I exited the building.

“Gary’ll be out in a sec, Zoe,” I said automatically, not bothering to stop my self-forced march towards the parking lot and the crowd undoubtedly waiting to tar and feather me.