In the grassy fields of Kaiden, there was a boy named Xavier he lived a great life as a farmer. He was 14 years old and full of spirit. He lived not too far from a village called Baile. Hehad just finished his evening chores when he felt the ground underneath him start to tremble, he had thought it was a small tremor, but then he saw a large group of what looked like people coming over the hill in the distance. He looked closer to see who they might be, but they didn’t look normal at all. He looked even closer and realized that they weren’t even human. Jaw open and wide eyed he ran inside his yelling “It’s the UNDEAD!!!”
Instantly everyone inside the house started to panic. Xavier instinctively thought that if he hid in the cellar until the undead were gone he still had a chance to survive. It would work, that is if they didn’t check it first. He ran out of the house and saw that they were even closer to him now. Now he was sprinting. He swerved around the house and found the door to the cellar.
His family had never used the cellar before so the door was hard to open. He pulled on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried three more times and it was still being as stubborn as a Bull. He tried a last time with all of his might and relief came over him when it finally opened. He turned back one last time, only to see that they had already started slaughtering the people of Kaiden. He ran into the cellar.
