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Chapter 1

This is the story of how I died. Now you are probably wondering how I died and now you’re thinking to yourself if I’m dead they how can I tell you this story. Well You are just going to have to keep reading.

My name is Gina. I’m 18 years old and up until now I was pretty safe in my quit suburban home. It was a typical boring suburban street. We even had they one neighbor who was bat shit crazy. actually that’s where our story begins. You see it was my senior year of high school. If you know me I’m not very good when it comes to school. I tend to fail a lot. While I was never held back, I still got bad grade. My point is , it was my last year in school. I didn’t want to fail.

Sleep is important. You know it. I know it. Lack of sleep plus going in to a stressful work environment is hell. Whelp at lest 4 o’clock every morning since my junior year. The woman from next door. Yes, the bat shit crazy lady whois always drinking and doing what ever drug she can get her hands on, has a screaming contest with her baby daddy outside in her driveway. While her child dances in the street, singing some nonsense. I haven’t even gotten to the craziest part yet.

Way back in the 60’s we had a zombie out break. Being 2011, things were peaceful. Zombies and people learned to live together. it wasn’t 100% harmony, they lived in their towns we lived in ours. Some places mixed, but that was all on the west cost. However lately there were 35 missing people on the news. Like I said. I live in a safe neighborhood, after hearing normal screams from a normal locations. for some reason I had enough. I climbed out of bed, grabbed my school hoodie, and stuffed my feet in my sneakers. Quietly I closed the door behind me, hoping not to wake my parents. I was going to finally give that bitch my two cents. I was at my braking point. Hopping over the fence and walking up the driveway I didn’t notice the blood stains on the pavement or the claw marks on the cars. Hell, the door was off the hinges when I went to knock. Actually I start to lose my anger as I looked around and notice the little girl’s dead body in the brush behind me.

Whoosh! Something dash in the house like a cat on catnip. Being curious like Alice, i decided to take a look inside the rabbit hole. Softly i walked up the stairs. I peeked thought the bars of the staircase. Lo and behold I saw her dead body lying on the table with a zombie munching on her brain. What really surprised me was the zombie was non other than John Lennon. All of a sudden, another zombie jumped out and swung at me. Freaking out, I fell down the stairs knocking myself out.

My dark brown eyes opened slowly. Feeling groggy, I genteelly lifted my head. Everything was blurry. Squinting to look around, I saw what look upon what seemed to be a Ninja chilling on top of the Tv set. I struggled to break free. Screaming didn’t help. An undead hand covered my mouth. Gross! A total of 3 reanimated men stood in front of me. One of them crookedly placed my glasses on my face. Paul, John , and George stood there staring at me. glancing over at Paul’s arm I noticed his hand missing.

I panicked.

“Great Paul, now you can’t play anymore.” John snapped at him. I stopped rocking in the chair.

“mmmh.” I mumbled.

They glared at me. George took Paul’s hand off of my mouth.

“What’s yer name?” John asked me.
“Gina”

“what were you saying before?”

“I can sew it back on.” I told him, my eyes avoid his gaze. Ringo’s blue eyes were fixed on me, watching me like a hawk. Taking a deep breath I continued to talk, “I have a sewing kit next door. I can patch you up. Paul would be able to play again.” Ringo nodded in approval and poof like that he was gone. Awkward silence fell at the 3 Liverpudlian zombies thought of my fate. After awhile John spoke up again. Clearly he was the brains of this whole thing.

“George you are going to escort Gina home, I don’t trust her.” He instructed him. “Are you going to eat my brains?” I blurted out. John rolled his eyes and walked away, “Typical mortal.”

George untied me. We walked over to my house. Anxiety set in. I tried not to show my true feelings and put on a brave face. Truth was I was scared shitless. What if they kill me after I help them? Or attack my family? Have they killed other people on my street and my house is next? If I make one wrong move will George eat me alive? All these question filled my head. it seemed to make my anxiety worse. I don’t want to be a zombie, I just want to finish high school. I opened the door to a dark sleeping house. Jumping up the steps two at a time and snuck into my parents room. Grabbing my mom’s sewing basket and left. George stood at the end of the hallway, just the sight of him creeped me out. It was one in the morning. Still pitch black outside. We shuffled outside into the night . The street light flickered. My mind started to lose control.

Dropping the basket, I curled up. My breathing grew heavy. George limped towards me. My throat felt dry. My heart wanted to explode.

“P-please don’t eat me”, I cried, “I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just want the screaming to stop. I mean she was notorious for hitting her child.” George bent down slowly next to me. Placing a hand on my shoulder. A couple minutes pass. Once I was able to clam down, I peered up at him.

“By the way, your cat ripped off my finger.” George spoke faintly.

“Chessie”

“Yes, Chessie. I want to pet her. I don’t think she likes me.” He laughed

I sat up and started at him. “I can fix it.” I brushed his hand off me.

“Okay boys, I have light gray which can match… your skin or you can let me get crafty and I can use your favorite colors.” I said, sitting at the kitchen table in the house that use to me my neighbors.

“Grey”

“Grey”

“Purple”

John and Paul looked at George displease. “What, it could be fun” Both zombies drag him off into another room. Poof! Ringo returned. Meditating on top of the table. “They are talking about you” calmly he spoke, “The are unhappy at George for showing you kindness. John is scared you might be a zombie hunt- ”

“I’m not”

“Don’t cut off a Ninja Lord when he is speaking.”

I sat back in my chair. Is this guy serious? I thought.

Poof! Once again he was gone.

John limped out and sat next to me. Slamming his arm on the table, I saw a pinky wrapped and tied to his head.

“Fix it.” he snapped at me.

I measured out the threat and went to work. I sewed his pinky back on to his hand and his left ear. Next was Paul. Then George, who still wanted purple threat.

After that John lifted me in to the air and carried me to the basement. “Let go of me”, I screamed. he did just that and tossed me down the stairs. I fell down bruising most of my body. Rrrrriiiippp! my right leg of my penguin pjs ripped from a rusty nail. John snatched my hoodie and dragged me to a caged in area. He swung open the door and flung me inside. Slam! the cage door closed. Lennon locked the gate. I played there whimpering in pain. How long will I be will her keep me here?

Description
Chapter 1

This is the story of how I died. Now you are probably wondering how I died and now you’re thinking to yourself if I’m dead they how can I tell you this story. Well You are just going to have to keep reading.

My name is Gina. I’m 18 years old and up until now I was pretty safe in my quit suburban home. It was a typical boring suburban street. We even had they one neighbor who was bat shit crazy. actually that’s where our story begins. You see it was my senior year of high school. If you know me I’m not very good when it comes to school. I tend to fail a lot. While I was never held back, I still got bad grade. My point is , it was my last year in school. I didn’t want to fail.

Sleep is important. You know it. I know it. Lack of sleep plus going in to a stressful work environment is hell. Whelp at lest 4 o’clock every morning since my junior year. The woman from next door. Yes, the bat shit crazy lady whois always drinking and doing what ever drug she can get her hands on, has a screaming contest with her baby daddy outside in her driveway. While her child dances in the street, singing some nonsense. I haven’t even gotten to the craziest part yet.

Way back in the 60’s we had a zombie out break. Being 2011, things were peaceful. Zombies and people learned to live together. it wasn’t 100% harmony, they lived in their towns we lived in ours. Some places mixed, but that was all on the west cost. However lately there were 35 missing people on the news. Like I said. I live in a safe neighborhood, after hearing normal screams from a normal locations. for some reason I had enough. I climbed out of bed, grabbed my school hoodie, and stuffed my feet in my sneakers. Quietly I closed the door behind me, hoping not to wake my parents. I was going to finally give that bitch my two cents. I was at my braking point. Hopping over the fence and walking up the driveway I didn’t notice the blood stains on the pavement or the claw marks on the cars. Hell, the door was off the hinges when I went to knock. Actually I start to lose my anger as I looked around and notice the little girl’s dead body in the brush behind me.

Whoosh! Something dash in the house like a cat on catnip. Being curious like Alice, i decided to take a look inside the rabbit hole. Softly i walked up the stairs. I peeked thought the bars of the staircase. Lo and behold I saw her dead body lying on the table with a zombie munching on her brain. What really surprised me was the zombie was non other than John Lennon. All of a sudden, another zombie jumped out and swung at me. Freaking out, I fell down the stairs knocking myself out.

My dark brown eyes opened slowly. Feeling groggy, I genteelly lifted my head. Everything was blurry. Squinting to look around, I saw what look upon what seemed to be a Ninja chilling on top of the Tv set. I struggled to break free. Screaming didn’t help. An undead hand covered my mouth. Gross! A total of 3 reanimated men stood in front of me. One of them crookedly placed my glasses on my face. Paul, John , and George stood there staring at me. glancing over at Paul’s arm I noticed his hand missing.

I panicked.

“Great Paul, now you can’t play anymore.” John snapped at him. I stopped rocking in the chair.

“mmmh.” I mumbled.

They glared at me. George took Paul’s hand off of my mouth.

“What’s yer name?” John asked me.
“Gina”

“what were you saying before?”

“I can sew it back on.” I told him, my eyes avoid his gaze. Ringo’s blue eyes were fixed on me, watching me like a hawk. Taking a deep breath I continued to talk, “I have a sewing kit next door. I can patch you up. Paul would be able to play again.” Ringo nodded in approval and poof like that he was gone. Awkward silence fell at the 3 Liverpudlian zombies thought of my fate. After awhile John spoke up again. Clearly he was the brains of this whole thing.

“George you are going to escort Gina home, I don’t trust her.” He instructed him. “Are you going to eat my brains?” I blurted out. John rolled his eyes and walked away, “Typical mortal.”

George untied me. We walked over to my house. Anxiety set in. I tried not to show my true feelings and put on a brave face. Truth was I was scared shitless. What if they kill me after I help them? Or attack my family? Have they killed other people on my street and my house is next? If I make one wrong move will George eat me alive? All these question filled my head. it seemed to make my anxiety worse. I don’t want to be a zombie, I just want to finish high school. I opened the door to a dark sleeping house. Jumping up the steps two at a time and snuck into my parents room. Grabbing my mom’s sewing basket and left. George stood at the end of the hallway, just the sight of him creeped me out. It was one in the morning. Still pitch black outside. We shuffled outside into the night . The street light flickered. My mind started to lose control.

Dropping the basket, I curled up. My breathing grew heavy. George limped towards me. My throat felt dry. My heart wanted to explode.

“P-please don’t eat me”, I cried, “I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just want the screaming to stop. I mean she was notorious for hitting her child.” George bent down slowly next to me. Placing a hand on my shoulder. A couple minutes pass. Once I was able to clam down, I peered up at him.

“By the way, your cat ripped off my finger.” George spoke faintly.

“Chessie”

“Yes, Chessie. I want to pet her. I don’t think she likes me.” He laughed

I sat up and started at him. “I can fix it.” I brushed his hand off me.

“Okay boys, I have light gray which can match… your skin or you can let me get crafty and I can use your favorite colors.” I said, sitting at the kitchen table in the house that use to me my neighbors.

“Grey”

“Grey”

“Purple”

John and Paul looked at George displease. “What, it could be fun” Both zombies drag him off into another room. Poof! Ringo returned. Meditating on top of the table. “They are talking about you” calmly he spoke, “The are unhappy at George for showing you kindness. John is scared you might be a zombie hunt- ”

“I’m not”

“Don’t cut off a Ninja Lord when he is speaking.”

I sat back in my chair. Is this guy serious? I thought.

Poof! Once again he was gone.

John limped out and sat next to me. Slamming his arm on the table, I saw a pinky wrapped and tied to his head.

“Fix it.” he snapped at me.

I measured out the threat and went to work. I sewed his pinky back on to his hand and his left ear. Next was Paul. Then George, who still wanted purple threat.

After that John lifted me in to the air and carried me to the basement. “Let go of me”, I screamed. he did just that and tossed me down the stairs. I fell down bruising most of my body. Rrrrriiiippp! my right leg of my penguin pjs ripped from a rusty nail. John snatched my hoodie and dragged me to a caged in area. He swung open the door and flung me inside. Slam! the cage door closed. Lennon locked the gate. I played there whimpering in pain. How long will I be will her keep me here?