The sirens blared and the news reporters talked at unimaginable speeds. I laid, unmoving, on a cold surface. I couldn't move, no matter how much I tried, and I could not see. I could hear, feel, and taste the scene unfolding from my aching body. My head pounded and it felt like I had been ran over. I heard distant but, loud sobbing and people muttering above me.
I couldn't focus on one single thing no matter how much I tried but,one thing that shocked me the most was a single four word sentence spoken through the noisy mess.
"Roy Abider is dead."
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Necromancy
Fantasy"The dead can't live. There are no such things as ghost. Zombies and vampires are fiction. Ouija board is fake. The sounds in the dark are in my head. The shadows are mistaken. Legends stay myths. The living dead is impossible." That's what we say...
