"What do you mean zombies?" I said. "I'll explain." Mason said.
1892 October 31 Transylvania.
Me and my father were living in the middle of a war and we're hoping the war will soon be over. "Father will this war never end?" I said. "Soon my child all wars must end." My Father said. "Why must there be war?" I said. At that very second the war has ended. My father went to see what happened. A zombie talked to him. He came in crying. I asked. "What is the matter Father?" He wiped his tears and said. "To prevent another war you must make friends and train to fight the zombies to the death to determine who will take over the world. The games start in 2015." I was astonished when father agreed with it. "Father why?" I said. "I know. I know I shouldn't agreed, but think what will happen if we allow another war more chaos." I cried that night. The next morning I started to train.
"Wait 1892? How is that possible?" Mykal said. "That means you have to be uhh... How old were you when this happened?" I said. "Five." Mason said. "Your 120?!?" I said. "Wait friends?" I said. "Want to kill zombies?" Mason said. Me and Mykal agreed. "Get ready!" Mason said.
