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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 · แฟนตาซี
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90 Chs

Chapter 45: I Get a New Fashion Accessory

I turned back to Gus. “OK. I’m going to climb over there and get the Piece. You’re not going to shoot me while I do that. Agreed?”

Gus scrunched what was left of his face as he sorted out my terms, then finally nodded. “Get the Piece!”

“Right,” I muttered to myself.

“Be careful, Zacky!”

I smiled at my sweet little dead friend. “I will,” I promised.

I’m not a big rock climber, but the wall was really bumpy, like maybe whoever had designed this thing had meant for us to climb over to the pedestal this way. Hand over hand, foot over foot. I made darned sure that my holds were secure before moving on to the next handhold or foothold. It was slow going, mainly because I made the mistake of looking down when I was about five feet across.