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A Nanowrimo Story

Prolouge: Rude awakening

“Almost done carving the pumpkins!” It will take my mom one thousand times before she may get that fact in her head. I walked over to find mom dead on the couch. Such things that we may control; our tears, our thoughts, and the fact I found the dead corpse of my mother dangling from the couch arm. There are many things we may give up, our education, our home and certainly our sanity.

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Ellie! Someone called from behind. I ignored it and walked to school. Another day of phyiscs and such.The sunset screamed geourgous as I passed by the open-spaced sky. Mr Zhang quietly handed me my books to head off to class. I don’t have him until seventh period, so that saved me time to spring off to Geography. Mrs. Kalvan’s room smelt strongly of dead fish. I wasn’t surprised. She scarved down fish every single day, it was hard to believe she was still alive. The clock passed 2:45. Time to get home. Something stopped me fearfully. It was a voice. A small voice meaning to say something. I didn’t quite understannd the dead drop in his voice. I walked along the road, stopped, and tried to say hello to Mrs. Watterson. She didn’t answer. She was probably tired. She’s eighty-five her hearing aid didn’t work very well. I climbed over her fence something looked terribly wrong. Although she was far away, I could still see the blood on her hands, and the pale wrinkles she now had.

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Blood ran down her cheeks like a tear. It looked like flies had ate her flesh. I screamed running. The sight of Mrs. Watterson made me pale, my eyes like golden fire. A pain rain throughout my legs. I wanted to stop. I didn’t. I couldn’t my gosh damn neighbor might’ve been murdered! I shuttered at the shock of word choice. I arrived at home yelling and screaming in panic to my mother. “MOOOMM! I yelled like and immature child. Mrrrss Wa-a-aaterson is dead!” “No! She can’t be! She’s got a gentle heart and soul, no one would kill her!” My mom calmly described. I held her hand to outside, over the fence, and into her house. Nothing was there. “What-a?! She wondered. Where is she? I don’t see anything. I heard something crumple the leaves. It quickly moved be for we could turn around and see. Shaking, we headed across her yard, to our safe home. We had just moved from a tiny 1-bedroom apartment, to a huge 5,000 square feet old mansion, which was (at that time) it was a death magnet, but that was a myth which carried all through the 18^th Century, to the current recession of which we call the 21^st Century. Granted making it, (as they call it) scary around October. I climbed up in the dumbbell to my large room filled with stories I am writing, in which, it is mandatory to finish them before I go off to the hell spot of college. I took me fifteen minutes to find a shirt I really liked. I decided it was to be a Michael Myers shirt, it is October, and Halloween is nearing closer. I dangled my feet across my new bed, looking for something interesting to waste my time with. An excuse almost. I found the right thing. A book. I haven’t read a book in awhile (except workbooks). It inscribed:

Beware: If you look into this book, hell will rise on you, if you want to stay, you must be awfully brave, if you want to live close this book, NOW

I couldn’t understand, I just read on,

I see you have found the book of undead; here is the list of the innocent lives the undead must spare for their own,

Patrick creek

Shannon creek

Dan creek

Ellie creek

The name Ellie Creek jumped out like it was in bold. Scared, I put the book away, no use, for it was in my hands, I was already reading the rest:

I put this book here, the people of denver, Colorado may suffer the consequences of death, you have until October 31^st, to kill all my undead, or you will die. ­We will give you all the weapons imaginable to attack. If you do not believe me, a horde of undead will run towards you. If don’t you read now, it is mandatory to read the next passage.

Unlike in untrue zombie films, they tell lies about their speed, they’re twice as fast as vampires. If they claw you, blue blood will seep through your shirt, you are lucky to stay alive, although, the attack is minor. If they find a sharp item, they may cover it with their venom, and throw it through your body, there’s no coming back, my friend.

Best, Regards,

Python, Ruler of the Undead