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Chapter 2

Light peered though the cracks of the sloppy board up basement. A dark figure stood by the landing of the rickety old staircase. I sat up. “What do you want?” I snapped. He hobbled across the room to where my sewing basket was kept.

“Do you have any glue?” a hand reached through the bars. in the palm of his hand was his eye ball. One finger was sewn on with purple stitches. Shocked in disgust I looked at George, who had a helpless smile. Pointing to the basket, “it’s the gold tube.” I continued to watch him struggle to walk. he picked up the gold tube of glue. “Um… ” he looked over at me. “Do you think you can…” George looked like a lost puppy. I scrunched my nose a little before giving in. George unlocked the cage door and stepped inside. He sat next to me, handing my the glue and his left eye.

I remember being 12 and we had to dissect a shark. the teacher had everyone pass around it’s eye ball so we could feel it. Being the last in line, I had to put in back. It was like holding a cold sticky marble. I held his eye between my finger as i squeezed some glue on it. Lightly I place in back into the socket. “Better?” I asked

“Very much, thank you.” George said.

I folded my legs up under my sweat shirt and leaned agitated the chained wall of the cage. “How long do you think he’ll keep me here?” I question George. “How old are you?” George avoided my inquest.

“I’m 18, but that has nothing to do with what I asked.”

“You have a long way ”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“i’m sorry what?”

George stared at me with a soulless gaze. He bursted out laughing, “I’m just teasing you. John will probably get bored with you and erase you memory of this.”

“Dude, That doesn’t make it better.” I commented.

My fear of him was slipping away. “What was yer name again?” he snickered “Gina” I smiled

we heard footsteps slumping down the stairs. George moved quickly and closed the door. I have never seen a zombie move so fast. like lighting he zipped over to the table and put the glue back by the basket and zipped over the washer and dryer. Leaning up against the washer as John reached the bottom.

“People are looking for you.” Paul told me as he followed John. John cackled, “The second Paul opened the door this little boy screamed and ran away.” It probably my brother and parents wonder where I went. Leaping to my feet I yelled “Let me out!” rattling the cage in anger. John turned . hunger flashed in his eyes. Like the demon he was he attacked the cage snarling and snapping at me. I shrieked, backing away in fear. John almost scratched me. The only thing saving my life was the metal chain linked cell. The second he grabbed hold of my ankle, I pulled away; braking off his arm. “ Oh my god!” I fainted.

“You scared her George said, “So?” John growls at his friend. Opening the cage door, John walked inside to take back his arm.

“Great, now what?” He sighed. I rolled over on my back and moaned in pain. Paul fought with John “We can’t keep her here John.” he protested,” She didn’t do anything wrong. I mean is she even worth keeping.”

John replied, “We don’t know anything about her. She could be a zombie hunter for all we know.”

“If she was, why would she sew you pinky back on to your hand?” George pipped in,”You had it tied on to your hand long before you started the Quarrymen.”

wait what? I thought to myself. is this the zombie band from the 60’s? The Beatles? Their drummer was a ninja. I turned my head to see them arguing back and forth. Looking up I saw Ringo sitting next to me. “Make one wrong move and John will snap.” he whispered to me. “Ringo..” I whispered to him. Shocked he stared at me in awe. They never told me their names. I just picked them up from them talking, but no one ever told me the ninja’s name. That was a guess I made from having listen to their music. Ringo uncovered his face, “You know who we are?”

“Yea..”
Everyone grew quite.

I sat up and rubbed my head. “I can make you a deal.” Everyone focused on me. “Like what?” John quested me.

“Well” I got up,” I’m good at sewing. I can fix your arm, I already fixed most of you. Plus if you lose any more part I can sew those on too.” I held my breath hoping he wouldn’t attack me again. John had an unsure look on his dryer out broken face, “For what?” “I promise to help you if you promise not to attack me or my family.” I smirked.

John held the door open. At first I hesitated, but if I didn’t get moving them I would be late going home. “So your going to fix my arm an then just leave?” he grabbed my hoodie. my heat pounded in my chest, “I-i’ll come back when you need help.” Paul lead the way upstairs. John shoved me. George followed and Ringo just vanished.

“Sit.”, John pushed me in to a chair, “Here” he handed my my mom’s old sewing basket. I took out a needle and light grey thread. I started to stitch up his left arm. Once I was finished, It ied a strong knot. “All fixed” I gave him a weak smile. John focused on the fresh new stitching. Shifting his glare to me. “Don’t tell anyone what you saw.” He advised me, “we are just a zombie family that moved in.”

“Deal and I’m next door if you need me.”

I waited for him to dismiss me. My legs turned to jelly, stomach grumbled, I felt hungry and weak. all that had happen started to pile on me. I check the clock: 3:55. Fuck!

“Fine, but you need to come when I call.” John stood up and limped off to his room. “Sweet!” I stood up and started to run off.

“Wait”, George stopped me,” How will we reach you?”

“I live next door.”

“But don’t you go to school or work?”

“Then I’ll give you my number.”

“Great.”

I took out a sharpie and wrote my cell number on the wall.

Description
Chapter 2

Light peered though the cracks of the sloppy board up basement. A dark figure stood by the landing of the rickety old staircase. I sat up. “What do you want?” I snapped. He hobbled across the room to where my sewing basket was kept.

“Do you have any glue?” a hand reached through the bars. in the palm of his hand was his eye ball. One finger was sewn on with purple stitches. Shocked in disgust I looked at George, who had a helpless smile. Pointing to the basket, “it’s the gold tube.” I continued to watch him struggle to walk. he picked up the gold tube of glue. “Um… ” he looked over at me. “Do you think you can…” George looked like a lost puppy. I scrunched my nose a little before giving in. George unlocked the cage door and stepped inside. He sat next to me, handing my the glue and his left eye.

I remember being 12 and we had to dissect a shark. the teacher had everyone pass around it’s eye ball so we could feel it. Being the last in line, I had to put in back. It was like holding a cold sticky marble. I held his eye between my finger as i squeezed some glue on it. Lightly I place in back into the socket. “Better?” I asked

“Very much, thank you.” George said.

I folded my legs up under my sweat shirt and leaned agitated the chained wall of the cage. “How long do you think he’ll keep me here?” I question George. “How old are you?” George avoided my inquest.

“I’m 18, but that has nothing to do with what I asked.”

“You have a long way ”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“i’m sorry what?”

George stared at me with a soulless gaze. He bursted out laughing, “I’m just teasing you. John will probably get bored with you and erase you memory of this.”

“Dude, That doesn’t make it better.” I commented.

My fear of him was slipping away. “What was yer name again?” he snickered “Gina” I smiled

we heard footsteps slumping down the stairs. George moved quickly and closed the door. I have never seen a zombie move so fast. like lighting he zipped over to the table and put the glue back by the basket and zipped over the washer and dryer. Leaning up against the washer as John reached the bottom.

“People are looking for you.” Paul told me as he followed John. John cackled, “The second Paul opened the door this little boy screamed and ran away.” It probably my brother and parents wonder where I went. Leaping to my feet I yelled “Let me out!” rattling the cage in anger. John turned . hunger flashed in his eyes. Like the demon he was he attacked the cage snarling and snapping at me. I shrieked, backing away in fear. John almost scratched me. The only thing saving my life was the metal chain linked cell. The second he grabbed hold of my ankle, I pulled away; braking off his arm. “ Oh my god!” I fainted.

“You scared her George said, “So?” John growls at his friend. Opening the cage door, John walked inside to take back his arm.

“Great, now what?” He sighed. I rolled over on my back and moaned in pain. Paul fought with John “We can’t keep her here John.” he protested,” She didn’t do anything wrong. I mean is she even worth keeping.”

John replied, “We don’t know anything about her. She could be a zombie hunter for all we know.”

“If she was, why would she sew you pinky back on to your hand?” George pipped in,”You had it tied on to your hand long before you started the Quarrymen.”

wait what? I thought to myself. is this the zombie band from the 60’s? The Beatles? Their drummer was a ninja. I turned my head to see them arguing back and forth. Looking up I saw Ringo sitting next to me. “Make one wrong move and John will snap.” he whispered to me. “Ringo..” I whispered to him. Shocked he stared at me in awe. They never told me their names. I just picked them up from them talking, but no one ever told me the ninja’s name. That was a guess I made from having listen to their music. Ringo uncovered his face, “You know who we are?”

“Yea..”
Everyone grew quite.

I sat up and rubbed my head. “I can make you a deal.” Everyone focused on me. “Like what?” John quested me.

“Well” I got up,” I’m good at sewing. I can fix your arm, I already fixed most of you. Plus if you lose any more part I can sew those on too.” I held my breath hoping he wouldn’t attack me again. John had an unsure look on his dryer out broken face, “For what?” “I promise to help you if you promise not to attack me or my family.” I smirked.

John held the door open. At first I hesitated, but if I didn’t get moving them I would be late going home. “So your going to fix my arm an then just leave?” he grabbed my hoodie. my heat pounded in my chest, “I-i’ll come back when you need help.” Paul lead the way upstairs. John shoved me. George followed and Ringo just vanished.

“Sit.”, John pushed me in to a chair, “Here” he handed my my mom’s old sewing basket. I took out a needle and light grey thread. I started to stitch up his left arm. Once I was finished, It ied a strong knot. “All fixed” I gave him a weak smile. John focused on the fresh new stitching. Shifting his glare to me. “Don’t tell anyone what you saw.” He advised me, “we are just a zombie family that moved in.”

“Deal and I’m next door if you need me.”

I waited for him to dismiss me. My legs turned to jelly, stomach grumbled, I felt hungry and weak. all that had happen started to pile on me. I check the clock: 3:55. Fuck!

“Fine, but you need to come when I call.” John stood up and limped off to his room. “Sweet!” I stood up and started to run off.

“Wait”, George stopped me,” How will we reach you?”

“I live next door.”

“But don’t you go to school or work?”

“Then I’ll give you my number.”

“Great.”

I took out a sharpie and wrote my cell number on the wall.