Dead Days Ahead: 2012

Dead Days Ahead: 2012

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The dead is something that should never be messed with. Humanity realized that a little too late. --------------- May 1st, 2012, single parent Mary Ulhmer took one last swig from her flask full of vodka, took a deep breath, sent a quick prayer for forgiveness, and walked into FlatLines Labotory. July 4th, 2012, Mary Ulhmer and five others walked out, wealthy, healthy, and something not quite human. August 18th, 2012, the six people who participated in Project: Undead collapsed at various times into vicious seizures. When they woke up, whatever soul was left was sent to help and devoured by Satan, leaving something on earth that humanity wasn't ready for. -------------- "We call the zombie looking ones Husks. The skeleton ones are Skulls, do mind they lack of creativity. And that: that's a Vengence. Don't worry, they're on our side...for the most part." Karma blinked, blue eyes peering curiously at the hunched figure curled in the darkest corner of the room. It stiffened, as if feeling her gaze and turned it's head. Karma gasped, stumbling back at the sheer amount of burning hate contanied within those bottomlessly black eyes. "What- why-" Jason shook his head, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, but it only made her flinch away in fear. He sighed, staring at the angry creature stalking forward. "I'll explain when we get to the hub. He's only still in there because he allows it." He turned, pace brisk as he stalked down the cool hallway, and Karma hurried to keep up, refusing to turn towards the eyes she could still feel on her back.
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THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS LIKE TEN. ITS VERY BAD LMAO Staffie and her dog Unicorn, a white great dane puppy, move to her uncle and aunt's mansion after her parents 'died'. her uncle and aunt have to go on a business trip, leaving Staffie and Unicorn in a house full of boys... vampire boys. they all look to be around the same age, but in reality are thousands of years apart. she falls in love with the eldest out of the six brothers; Tayson, or Tay for short. when some questions of her past pop up, she has figure out who or more like WHAT she is. when she discovers her true identity, things turn upside down in her life. even if that's possible. 'watch out humans, there's a Reaper in town. try not to die!' ---- prologue "Mitch we have to leave!" Annabelle yelped, holding a baby girl with black hair and blue eyes in her arms. "leave! go somewhere safe!" Mitch said, pulling a knife out of his leg. they were fleeing from the townspeople who had lit their house on fire screaming; "be gone evil demons!" all the couple wanted was to be able to live like normal humans, but atlass that was impossible. Reapers keep taking lives, and Humans continue feering them. and so, the couple grabbed their baby girl; Staffie. their hellhound; Unicorn and grabbed their death scythe's. -one year later- they arrived in a human city where some friends lived. "Mitch, what are we going to do now?" "we will live like humans for as long as possible. and, if we're lucky, we can keep this awful fate of being a Reaper from our daughter." he said looking down at the small child holding his hand tightly. and they did keep being a Reaper from her. and, when she turned 18 the decided they should tell her; but not empty handed. so they left to get her a death scythe. little did they know; they would never see her again. and she would have to figure it out on her own.

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