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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 · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
90 Chs

Chapter 12: I Learn More About Dead People

We continued our stroll and I tried to make sense of this brave new world I had been thrust into. “OK. Dead people can live if they take care of their brains.”

“Correct.”

“Some are bad, but most are good.”

“Most are satisfied to live out their deaths in peace. That doesn’t make them good.” He ducked under a broken branch and stopped to get his bearings. “Remember. They’re not supposed to be here.”

“Says who?”

“We took a wrong turn.” he said, swiveling his head around. I was momentarily thrown off by the abrupt change of subject. Wrong turn? How could he tell? This part of the woods looked like every other part of the woods.

“I didn’t realize we had a destination.”

“Oh yes. Yes we do.” He spotted something and pointed two fingers. “There we go,” he said, stepping over a shrub and relaunching his lazy stroll. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”