The Dead's People

Chapter 2

"How is it that everyone here knows my name?" I question as I slowly sit down. The man ignored my question. Instead, he flipped a lamp on that seemed to light the entire room.

"Dexter," The man puts his hands together and sets them on to the table. "We have done some research, not on you as you probably think, but on something else. We have learned that soon, something terrible is going to happen. And we need you," he states.

"For what? I can't do anything special," I scoff.

"You can do more than you think. We need you for your intelligence," he replies.

"Like you can use my brains for anything. What, do you need me to create some sort of 'stop-the-world-from-ending-ray'?" I remark.

"Not exactly a ray, but if you don't help us, the world could end."

"What? Are a bunch of zombies and vampires and evil skeleton unicorns going to come up from the dead?" 

The man stares directly at me.

"Oh my gosh! That is going to happen, isn't it?" I put my hands on top of my head.

The man gives a small nod and stands, giving the chair a push with his legs. The chair made a SCREECH across the cold, metal floor.

"Wait, wait, I can guess the rest. This is some sort of citizen protection agency that stalks over everyone in the places that they are protecting and then does some crappy research and finds out there is going to be an invasion of the dead," I pause for a breath, "and you found out that there is some kid, me, that knows all about the things that are going to invade," another breath, "so you decide to take that kid from everyone he knows and loves and put him in some fight-to-the-death against creatures that are already dead!"

The man looks shocked (I guessed since I couldn't see his eyes.) He walks closer and I can see he is wearing dark shades with some sort of burn scar peeking out both sides (top and bottom) on the left eye. He is wearing a black suit, and is just as buff as the other men that took me. He had a golden badge pinned on to his suit, with an eagle on it holding a flag and above it, it had engraved writing. The writing said Commander Fremont. He has more pins here and there, and some badges on the sleeves.

"But if you don't help us, we could be joining them," he replied, straight-faced.

"OK, so what? You need help with what to kill what with? How to defend yourselves from certain creatures?" he nods. "What creatures did your 'research' say were going to attack?"

"Zombies, vampires, banshees, black dogs, boogeymen-" he gets cut off by myself.

"Wait, so boogeymen are real?" I laugh.

"Yes, and if you don't want to get killed by one I suggest you don't interrupt me anymore."

"OK, fine. Yeesh."

"-Wendigo, and Tokoloshe," Commander Fremont finishes.

"OK, first off, I don't think your men over here," I gesture to the men leaning against a wall, "know what any of those things are, but I'm pretty sure they know what Zombies and Vampires are. You don't have to waste your breath if they aren't going to help in they great fight, in which they should help," I remark.

Commander F. (What I've decided to call him) sighs and then takes a really big breath, then turns towards his men. 

"Banshees are ghostly-spiritish women.

Black dogs are really large black canine ghosts.

Boogeymen are shadows that transform into feared monsters.

Wendigo are bony bodies with crooked teeth and a disfigured face,

Tokoloshe are are child bodies that have pale skin, and no eyes or brain," He turns back to me, "Happy now?"

 I nod. "Now here is what is going to be needed."