Undead Beauty / Rock 'n Roll Psycho

Chapter 1: Dead on Arrival

 I was never fond of close spaces. Not 100% claustrophobic, but highly uncomfortable. I have been trapped in this box for about a month. Or so I thought. It could've been more than a month. Maybe a year? I lost track of time. My memories have been fading. Along with my skin breaking out, slowly decaying, and getting sores. My box tumbled and landed hard on the ground. Taking out a switchblade, I cut the top. Finally! It was good to be out. Standing up and stretching, I glanced around. People gawked. Some screamed in terror. Whatever. It's not like I wanted to look this way. Being undead was horrible.

Picking up my things, I headed North. Passing beautiful streets with brick buildings, fresh-cut grass, and pure blue skies. Following the map, I printed it out. The town grew less and less. Until I made it out into a wasteland of emptiness. There hasn't been a house for a few miles. Or stores for that matter. I checked the map. Right place, but nothing. Just cracked sidewalks and dry grass. A blackish cat sat still on top of a stone wall. Soaking in the sun. My legs felt weak from dragging them. Sitting down with my back against the wall, I started to think up a new plan.

"Hey."

I looked around. I didn't see anyone near me.

"Hey, girl."

I felt a tap on my head. Looking up, the cat stared down at me. Getting a closer look, his fur was navy blue with black and white-tipped ears. With bright yellow eyes that shined like stars at midnight.

"Hey zombie," The feline spoke.

"Holy Smokes!" I gasped.

The cat leaped down and sat in front of me. Curiously checking me out. He cocked his head. Mumbling.

I squealed, "Aww, what a cute little kitty."

"I'm not cute," he hissed, "I'm a full-grown cat."

"A salty one," I sighed. He started to pace back and forth.

"Zombies never show their face out of the town walls. They travel by sewers. Plus zombies living in our town is rare. I noticed this while my owner was in school. I have never seen you before. "

"Let me guess. You know everyone."

"Yes," he purred

I shook my head. Standing up I continued my journey. He leaped back up on the back wall and followed me.

"Are you new to Shadowbrook?"

"Yeah," I frowned, "I just moved here. Leaving my friends and family. My parents think I'm dead. They all think I'm dead." "Oh..." his voice softens. Looking down at my map, drawing a blank. The inky blue cat jumped in front. Blocking my path. Rude. This cat was wasting my time. Every step I took was blocked. Step Left. Blocked. Step right. Blocked as well.

"Excuse me, please."

He leaped back up on the wall and hopped on my backpack. His front paws stood on my left shoulder, training his neck out to peek at my directions. "No, this is wrong," he remarked, "Shadowbrook, isn't even on the map."

"What are you saying?" I questioned him.

Sitting on my pack; He spoke confidently, " You're heading to a dead end. I can take you to the land of the weird and scary."

Crumpling up my map and stuffing it in my messenger bag. Grinning, I introduce myself, "My name is Gina."

"Xavier Q. Pettington the III," he meowed, "The Q stands for Quinn."

"Nice to meet you, Xavier."

"Please call me Quinn."

"Ok, Quinn, Lead the way. "