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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

My Mom Gets Physical

Xander's remark floored me enough to allow him a solid head start towards my front door. I compensated by going into a full sprint and caught up to him just as he stepped up to the stoop.

“What did Dad think it was?” I asked.

Xander twisted around to answer me and I saw he had his hand shoved down his fanny pack up to his elbow. “What? What? Oh, right. Right. I have no idea. I'm hoping he kept notes.”

“Oh,” I said, a little disappointed.

Xander plucked a large ring of keys from out of his fanny pack and flipped through them, one by one. “Yes. Yes. Iggy was always diving into the most obscure legends and myths. He and Raoul would go around scooping up anything that even hinted at being special or important. They were quite the collectors in their time. And between you and me, a couple of serious hoarders.”

He settled on a key that looked exactly like all the others and moved to shove it into the deadbolt on my front door before I realized what he was doing.