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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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90 Chs

Dad Was Super-Paranoid

If I had thought the house dark and foreboding on the outside, it was downright morose on the inside. All the shades were pulled and none of the lights were on, giving the place a 'midnight at noon' look. The front door opened onto a large living room with a kitchen to the left and a hallway leading to other rooms on the right. Mr. Taggis led us into the living room, muttering to himself about glowing up pesky children. He seemed happy.

"Your landmines will obliterate these rascals, yes?" he asked.

"Absolutely," confirmed Xander. "You will have to scrape what's left of them off of the rooftops.

Mr. Taggi gave an excited little golf clap.

"Now if you'll just lead us to your basement, we'll get to work on turning your home into the impenetrable fortress it deserves to be."

"Hallelujah! Praise be! Those flipping fools won't know what hit them!" He paused, eyeing me for the first time. "This your expert?" He pointed at me with his pinky. It was kind of rude, to be honest.