Zuka’s life is bleak. All she does is nothing. When other kids thrive to be the best and lead, all she needs to do is stay silent and follow. Yes, she needs to do that. For what? For her life. Can there ever be a day where she can just do whatever she wants, show whatever she is, and just live as she is?

The girls of the Kimi verse are teaching people about black history month

The next few weeks was incredibly eye opening for Ron, his siblings and is friends as they saw how powerful, incredible and useful magic could be. Although Sirius, Harry and the  Weasley's were in agreement that both Sirius and Harry should move to the Burrow, the living space wasn't capable of holding two more members for long periods of time. And so, the kids witnessed their parents working together with other Wizards and Witches, Goblins and a pretty rude House Elf and turning the Burrow into a House worthy of holding one of the oldest collection of Ancient Magical Tomes, Grimoires and books of history of the Wizarding world. Honestly, Ron had never had to focus on his Occlumency so hard, just to keep in his laughter, ``I can't believe you would have these books just laying around your study! What would you do if someone were to steal them?!'' Sirius had just finished when Amos joined in and asked Arthur to explain himself, ``These books contain ancient knowledge that in the wrong hands would bring horrific results! What were you thinking?!''. Arthur looked at them and meekly said, ``Well, these books have been sitting there for a long time and honestly, we didn't even know they existed!''

This time it wasn't just Sirius and Amos, the rest of the adults present joined in and started to `give suggestions' to Molly and Arthur. Even the mild mannered Remus joined in and started to shout with the others. The only reason they stopped was that Pandora and Blaire sent Kreacher to get Molly as it was dinner time. ``Go away Kreacher! We are busy at the moment!'' Sirius shouted at Kreacher but instead of going away, he just looked at Molly with a slight fear in his eyes and almost jumped up and down in joy when she walked into the kitchen with him. ``What just happened?'' only Sirius and Remus were still in shock and standing in the living room at this point as Amos, Xenophilius and Arthur had joined their wives at the dining table. Even the kids who were listening in on their `conversation' with Molly and Arthur had taken seat at the table. Whilst Sirius and Remus were looking around with confusion in their eyes, they remembered the last time they had rejected a dinner call from their friend Lily and Ron was once again thankful for his Occlumency as he saw the two walk in and sit down like they weren't deathly afraid of the three mothers currently sat next to their husbands. But it was all for naught as the next second, Pollux Black laughed at their predicament and offered them some `friendly advice'!

``If I was you, I wouldn't be late as next time the punishment might be higher than an empty plate. *Hahaha*'' although Sirius and Remus wanted to say something back to the old man sat at the Head Seat, they didn't dare as they looked at the three wives respectfully offering food to `Grandpa Black'. At the start of his stay at the Burrow, the place the `Heir of House' was going to stay at. Pollux was a bit stuck up and constantly talked about how much better the Black Family House was. As a reward, the adults had asked the kids to surround him each moment of the day and constantly ask him questions about Wizarding Etiquette, Old History and really anything they found interesting. Although the Weasley Kids and their friends were young, they could see that the old man was hurt and was suffering from loneliness, a little bit like Harry. So, they didn't pressure him like their parents had asked and instead slowly wore him down and convinced him that it was his job to `bring up the next generation properly'. At first, the old man was uncomfortable with the sound of `Grandpa Black'. But no one aside form cruel, heartless monsters can resist puppy dog eyes from eight kids, simultaneously. A few days after the short episode of `Precious Books should be stored in a more secure place', the renovation of the Burrow was done and it looked amazing!

Instead of looking like a large stone pigpen with extra rooms added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic, it was an actual three story cottage that actually looked more like a mansion! Both the inside and outside was beautifully decorated but the most amazing part was that it was still somehow very welcoming and cosy and didn't at all feel flashy and ostentatious. ``*Humph* I can't believe that you are satisfied with this! This house is going to host the presence of at least four families that have possessions and relations to highly regarded figures in Wizarding History and is home to my Grandkids, Pollux Black's Grandkids!!'' honestly, none of the adults were even breathing at the moment and were just letting the old man scold them for not spending enough of his money. Finally, the kids came back from their tour of the house and the adults sighed in relief when the old man's attention shifted to the two little girls asking for a hug. Ron was very happy and satisfied with his life at this point but he knew that with the threat of Voldemort's return, he would have to step up his preparation. But he now had an extra layer of security and protection and even a new source of knowledge and an actual teacher!!

It was during the time the Weasley Ancestral Land's Wards were being renewed and empowered that while `taking a look', Ron decided to throw in a couple of High Level Runic Objects near the Ward Stones and thought nothing of it but at the last location he heard someone coming and in panic shot several spells at the person, `Incendio!' `Diffindo!' `Glacies!' `Ventus!'. In his anxiousness, he even shot a Jinx, `Flipendo!' and ony then saw the person he had cast the spells at. Before he could try to warn the person, Ron saw how easily the old man dealth with his spells and he realised, he hadn't even touched the tip of what real Wizards could do. ``Well, Well, Well! Little Ron is quite the young wizard, aren't you? Casting spells in a chain, without chanting and with accuracy not fit for your age. But none of that compares to this, a Magical Object that has Ancient Runes drawn with Magical Reagent Ink, very impressive!''

Having been bullied almost his whole life, Ray's only solace had been his Mother and books. but one day, the bullies took things too far and he died. On his deathbed he had two wishes, for his Mother to be happy and for him to have the strength to be happy in his next life. somehow, both his wishes came true.

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Next day, the class started as usual, 
Use of signs, expression and basic language were taught,
101 clearly understood the sign, and expression, but language was still hard to comprehend even for him.
Days passed, the daily routine was same,
First wake up, early in the morning, the class would then start, the children were then left alone in the room, so they could play with each other, none of them knew how to speak, they would simply play with the toys given to them, most of them were in groups,
In order to fit in, even 101 was inside a group, it was made up of 3 kids, Number 101, Number 18, Number 71,
All of them were similar in height,
Number 101 had deep-black eyes, and black hair, Number 18 and Number 71 both had white hair, Number 18 had blue gem like eyes, while Number 71 had black abyss like eyes,
Different types of puzzles were given to them, one of them was a wooden box with holes of different shapes, next was wooden blocks with different shapes, by keeping the correct wooden block in the correct hole, the puzzle could be solved,
Three of them tried to solve it, Number 18 was the first to solve it, followed by Number 71, Number 101 did not even try he was simply observing the other two, he noticed every child in here was unlike normal children, their cognitive and comprehensive abilities were unlike normal children, they learnt in an incredible rate,
Number 18, noticed Number 101 had not solved the puzzle yet, thinking he could not solve the puzzle, Number 18 took one of the triangular blocks and inserted it in a triangular hole, while showing it to Number 101, 
Number 101 looked at Number 18, she was smiling, they could not speak, but from her expression he could tell, she was trying to say, "This is how you solve it, you should try it too, it's fun", 
He smiled a little, then solved the puzzle,
Number 71 did not care about others, he simply looked at the puzzles, and solved as much as he could, in most classes he would be the one who would solve the most puzzles.
In the night most kids would simply sleep for around 10 hours, but Number 101 was different, he wanted to learn, but the situation was not favorable for him, if he could read then he would be able to read books, thus be able to obtain information,
But they had not started to teach about writing, he did not have any books or papers, he could only wait,  
He would also not sleep for 10 hours, he would mostly meditate, it was a habit from his previous life, next he would do light exercise, his body was still that of a 6-year-old, he did not push it too much, 
 
The Days Continued,
After a week, most kids started to speak, little by little,
Some could speak light words, some were still struggling,
Speaking with each other's, helped them improve their vocabulary, 
Small groups started to merge, those who could speak most fluently, were the ones who took the lead,
Most groups consisted of around 12-20 people
Except one, it was the group of only three people, consisting of Number 101, Number 18 and Number 71
Number 71 did not interact with others, he minded his own business, he was like the one weird, quiet and lone kid present in most classes
Number 101 was also similar, when other tried to interact with him, he could simply stare at them with his deep black eyes, the empty expression and the black eyes, would simply scare away most kids
Number 18 was mostly interactive, most kids knew her, she was invited by various groups, but she chooses to stay with the two of them
The reason Number 71 choose to stay in this group was mostly because of the quite atmosphere and an unfamiliar yet strange feeling of similarity, Number 101 choose to stay because he did not want to join any sort of big group neither did, he want to stand out, Number 18 choose to stay was because of the uniqueness she felt in them compared to others.
"101, hel.o..…. I….a.m…. num..be.r…..18" 
"I…...a…m...…. num... ber….71"
The kids started to introduce themselves, today they were taught about basic greeting and introduction
Their voice was sluggish,
Number 101 choose to stay quiet,
Days passed,
The moment had finally arrived, papers and pen were distributed, they started to teach about letters and how to write,
Different letters were shown, they taught how they were pronounced,
In the end some assignments were given,
He tried to learn as much as he could, he tried to soke in as much information as he could, like a sponge absorbing water,
The kids were taken to a library,
The library was filled with simple story books, and history books, the kids were not allowed to learn history right now,
Only story books were given,
Most kids could not read the contents of the books,
Yet, the books were given so they could slowly start to comprehend the contents while learning in the class,
It was night time,
101 was sitting in his bed, trying to read the book, however it was not easy, even if he had 200 years of memories, his mind right now was still that of a child, he could not instantly understand all of it,
He had to read letter by letter, just reading one line took more than 5 mins,
He shook his head, "This won't do", he said to himself
Using his previous knowledge, he thought for ways to learn language faster,
The best way he could think right now was translation,
He would read the contents in the foreign language, then write it down in his own language,
By using his original language as a comparison for another language, it would increase his comprehension but would also require more effort,
He was not afraid of the effort it required, but if someone else found the pages where he translated the book, it would arouse, suspicion, that was a problem,
His sights then went towards the candle, 
"Hehe"
He found the solution
That day he did not sleep much, he spent nearly half a night translating, yet he could only cover half a page, "No matter it's just the beginning"
Other kid even did not bother looking at the books, as they have just learnt to speak, reading and writing was something they just started to learn,
"Did you guys looked at the books", Number 18 spoke, her voice was now a bit clearer, 
I shook my head denying it,
"Only the first page", Number 71 replied
Number 71 was able to read the first page in the night, while Number 101 only translated half a page, this was simply because translation took much more time than just simply reading.
 
The Days Continued,
 
2 weeks passed, most kids now started reading the books,
Some had just started,
"How many pages did you study till now?", Number 18 asked,
"Around 70 pages", Number 71 replied
"Just started", Number 101 replied
However, Number 101 had finished translating around 1/3 of the book, Number 71 was talented, with ever word he read, his comprehension increased in a rapid rate, but Number 101 progress was even faster as his method was superior and he also had a habit of learning new languages,
In the first day he could only translate half a page, in the second he completed 2 pages, in the third day 5 pages, his progress just increased, and after 2 weeks, he had translated over 100 pages,
Not only that he had also gained various insights,
Insights about this world, 
The books given were simple story books,
But even though they were just short and simple stories various things could be deduced from it,
Like what time period it was? what kind of cultures were present in this world?
Those were simple things but it was a start,
 
Right now, simple tests were being taken,
It measured how much a child had learned till now,
In the test, Number 101 would solve only the problems that gave him average results
In the test, Number 71 and Number 18 both were first and second,
Thus, various problems began to rise,
Some kids struggled with the assignment, so they asked Number 71 for help, but he bluntly refused, some even asked Number 18 but she politely refused, both of them were busy studying on their own,
This caused others to feel inferior to them,
Even in such young age some sort of hierarchy was already established
The feeling of inferiority was slowing giving birth to hatred within them.
But being kids they did not act for now,
They kept asking Number 71 for help but he refused, and Number 71 got irritated and he shouted at them, "Mind your own business you brainless idiots"
Those words had now just decided what kind of life they would life from now on,

Every night, when he rested on his bed and looked back on his way of life. He discovered nothing but regrets. 

But what could he do then? 

He was now old and out of time—he could do nothing but accept his life choices and pray that he acquire enough wisdom to experience life with little regrets in the next life.

Life is cruel. Everyone faces mishaps, sorrows, and tragedies, which in turn give birth to regrets. 『Master Of Centipedes』 is a story of a king who lived his entire life, caged in the misery of regrets but received a second chance in life.

Once a king, now a pupil inside a sect.

This time, will he be able to live a life any different from before?

Note: He doesn't reincarnate as a centipede. Instead, he's a being who can control centipedes. But, the insects will evolve.

No one could have expected that the all-important Jade Scroll of School History would actually be reduced to jade paper pulp at such a critical time and turned into summer vacation homework. Now that the homework had already been given to every Songhai city high school student, looking for all the pieces of the Jade Scroll of School History would be just like fishing for a needle in the sea.
In light of this problem, Headmaster Chen had released a radar app in the teachers' group chat which could lock onto the scroll's approximate location. But the scroll had been cut up into so many parts, so the response range was decreased accordingly: only when the scroll was within a range of fifty meters would the app respond.
And the lead teacher in charge of directing the teachers in the search for the Jade Scroll of School History naturally was Old Antique.
Old Antique had a good relationship with the kids and there wasn't any generation gap – he would even bring up the latest memes in class. It could be said that he was the teacher closest to the youngsters.
Headmaster Chen and Director Shi both felt that only Old Antique could take up this significant responsibility.
Old Antique clearly lived up to their expectations, and formulated a detailed search plan that very night: "Next, I've divided the teachers into several groups; the listing has been sent to the group chat. Take note, teachers: this has to do with our future benefits. I hope everyone will be meticulous during this summer breakt!"
Everyone looked at the list, which basically consisted of two-person teams. The division of labor was made very clear.
Fast food restaurant team, coffee shop team, library team, magic treasures and electronic shops team, spirit sword shops team… and most unbelievable of all, there was even an airport team. That was to say, even if there were students who had arranged to go overseas to copy homework, teachers could stop them on the spot… 
"We don't have enough manpower." Some of the teachers checked the division of labor on the list. Even with all the teachers of No. 60 High sent out, they could only cover one district at most.
But there were twenty-two districts in Songhai city, and chain stores like fast food restaurants and coffee shops numbered in the thousands. Furthermore, their response range was only fifty meters. How long would their search take?
"Don't worry, teachers. Please trust my directions, and just do your work to the best of your abilities." Old Antique smiled confidently.
He was naturally well aware that he would have to look for external help in this situation, otherwise it would be very difficult for No. 60 High's teachers to complete this task on their own. 
As for whom to go to for help… first of all, Odd Zhuo absolutely couldn't hear about this – Headmaster Chen had made this very clear when he had appointed Old Antique as chief commander.
Given that Odd Zhuo was a No. 60 High graduate, he might be biased when it came to rating the key city high schools, so he had to steer clear of activities related to No. 60 High for the next few months. Now, more than ever, Headmaster Chen couldn't let him know about the missing Jade Scroll of School History. For one thing, he didn't want Odd Zhuo to be troubled over this. For another, if the matter of their missing Jade Scroll of School History was exposed and the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools got wind of it, they wouldn't even qualify to be a key city high school candidate!
Thus, not only did they have to look for the Jade Scroll of School History, they had to do it secretly.
"Time to showcase my abilities."
On a rooftop on No. 60 High's school grounds, Old Antique's thoughts turned in his mind as he gazed at the setting sun.
A few minutes later, two figures flashed in front of Old Antique.
They were none other than the two disciples he was proud of, Killer Daoist and Bandit Evil.
"Shifu!" They dropped to one knee and cupped their fists in a salute.
"I've told you the specifics of the situation. How many people were you able to gather this time?"
"After Shadow Stream was taken down and their master caught, a lot of their assassins fled. Junior brother and I never stopped pursuing them until we caught and retrained them. Now is the time to put them to the test. Including the killer-level fellow brothers that have gathered, we have over two thousand people," answered Killer Daoist.
"Mm, well done. That's enough."
Old Antique nodded. "The point of the operation this time is secrecy. Once you find the summer vacation homework, you just need to steal it; it would be best if the kids don't find out. If you encounter a situation too hard to handle, you can sit tight and let me know, and I'll immediately send over any nearby teachers."
"Understood." The two nodded, then turned into shadows that dispersed.
This was No. 60 High's biggest opportunity to be promoted to a key city cultivation high school in a century, and no mishaps could be allowed to happen. Actually, what Old Antique cared about wasn't the teacher benefits, but the fact that after No. 60 High became a key city high school… he would be able to set up an official snack counter on school grounds!!! He could sell his snacks openly and aboveboard, and no longer have to sneakily sell them to the kids out of his drawer!
Headmaster Chen had already promised that as long as Old Antique could collect all of the Jade Scroll of School History during the summer break, he would be given the right to run the snack counter! — Latiao!
At that time, he would bring in a huge amount of latiao!
... 
Elsewhere, after the Palace of Mirrors was destroyed, the black shadow army's plot seemed to have failed, but as Wang Ling had said, this was only the beginning.
It was what True Immortal She Pi had last said about the secret of "Shadow" that was the key to the entire incident.
There was a mysterious underground complex in the northern outskirts of Huaxiu nation.
This was an old tomb that had yet to be discovered: it was hidden very deeply and covered with all kinds of restrictions. After President Bai and the others came back to life, this old underground tomb, that didn't see the light of day, became their base of operations.
President Bai's eyes were fixed on a black shadow that flickered inside a mirror – this was the Almighty who had resurrected him and Devil Gut Fungus Lord back then, and who was now their boss.
"What do you want?" The person in the mirror spoke, his voice sounding like it belonged to a youngster.
"Your Excellency, after constant surveillance, my son has detected a fluctuation of Shadow. Although it's very weak, we can confirm that this is the fluctuation of Shadow that Your Excellency has been looking for."
"Shadow hasn't truly been born yet – continue monitoring the fluctuation for now. There's no need to look for me until the fluctuation reaches its peak. Also, during this period, don't interfere with the family in that villa. Before the time is right, I need them alive."
"Yes." President Bai nodded his head. "Also, I have one other thing to report."
"Speak."
"A new situation has arisen: earlier, all the killers on the international ranking list suddenly received the highest kill order and have gathered together. I suspect that this might have something to do with the fluctuation of Shadow; perhaps, they are also looking for the source of the fluctuation…"
"You can handle this sort of petty thing yourself. Just remember to do as I say."
"Yes…"


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Phillip rolled his eyes at the intructors lecture. He has heard this story so many times that he did not care about the history. He was more focused on the powers. He was about to turn 12 and he was about to awaken his power. For some reason powers took time to manifest, and besides the select few that awakened them before the coming of age ceremony he was currently attending now, none had achieved at infancy. 
It was said that once all of your baby teeth fell out and you started to experience growing pains you were able to forcefully unlock a bit of your powers if you could not on your own. He just hoped he didnt have a trash ability. He was neither negligent or estudious in his studies resulting in him being at the top of the middle, or barely above average and he was fine with that. People liked the fame and the prestige that came with being at the top but he was more focused on what could entertain him the most. And fighting games was his favorite. 
There was so much to explore but he didnt care about expanding throughout the solar system as a lot of things were atleast established on other planets and felt that others could probably do better than him since he wasnt as fervent as others when it came to that criteria. He always dreamed of fighting and looking badass just because it was cool.
 He was daydreaming when the teacher suddenly stopped his lecture on history. "Alright so a few of you might now know how to feel the power inside of you, everyone has atleast some power. The way it manifests is usually in the form of the property of your power. For example i can use fire," he stopped talking as he waved his hand in the shape of a circle as if he was using a sparkler and the trail of fire cascaded behind the direction he was moving his hand in.
 "That's not all, the power is fire but the formation of fire usually transpires from the depths of your conscious, you cannot control the outcome," he continued. "The formation of my fire happens to be a parrot." He waved his hand again and the fire that was on his hand condensed into the shape of a parrot, seemingly as if the parrot was alive itself. At this point the 300 or so kids in the auditorium were looking at him expectantly. As if they wanted him to show them more cool shit. 

"The manifestation is that of a parrot but the property, the power itself is of fire." He explained slowly as if to try and reach the kids to explain that each power a person has is different than the other. "Hmm lemme see, Ms. Viola please come up here." As he said that he directed his gaze to the left side of the stage. A woman, who looked no older than in her mid 20s walked slowly to the middle of the stage. She had a fair build, with black hair and she had a long purple sweater with red leggings. It was fall and she wanted to dress the occasion. Some of the boys thought that she looked pretty whileas the girls were all commenting on her makeup and her clothes.

 She was the assitant to the instructor who was giving the lesson. "Ms. Viola please demonstrate you power," she nodded in response. All of a sudden bubbles started to come from her body and as the bubbles touched a surface and popped they released a resplendant light. Some of the kids on the front row had to somewhat cower their eyes as it might've been to bright for them. "See," the instructor said with a slight shrill excitingly. "Her power is of a bright light but in the form of bubbles, some might have the power of a bright light in the form of a flashlight, or maybe even an animal like me or perhaps even as a weapon." 
He said the last part with a low tone as to maybe confirm to the students how dire the last part may be. Militaries always looked forward to the ones with a weapon or animal manifestation the most, with tools not that far behind. "Of course you might not have just one manifestation some might have maybe 2 or in the most rarer of cases 3. If you dont unlock that many today dont worry you might be able to unlock some more when youre older but do not be expectant upon that because in most cases it does not happen."

 Phillip who was sitting in the middle of the auditorium was almost standing out of his seat, halfway between standing and sitting. His best friend James who was sitting next to him looked as his friend with a weird expression. He was a bit more, well nourished, than other people. He had black hair and was taller than phillip by a few hairs. He also had a lot of humor. He looked to Jordan who was sitting next to Phillip on the other side and gave him a signal pointing to Phillip who had his bottom halfway out the seat and Jordan replied with a smile like he knew exactly what he meant. 

Jordan was a bit taller than both James and Phillip and also had black hair but his was a bit longer and more curly. He also had glasses because although the evolution of man progressed some were bound to the fate of bifocals unless they wanted to try and use powers to fix it which may make it worse. In the end it wasnt worth it as it was too expensive. They both reached for Phillip at the same time holding on to the belt loops of his pants and flung him to the row in front of him, but they used enough force that he wouldnt land directly onto the person sitting in front of him. He flipped upside down with his feet in the air. The surrounding kids all started to laugh when they had noticed what happened. 

Phillip was immersed in the lecture the instructor was giving now he thought it was way more interesting then the history lessons. He was lost in thought when all of a sudden he felt something tugging at his pants and before he could react he was flipped upside down and the whole world turned. His legs were in the air but he quickly got up due to the surrounding kids laughter and he had landed on the feet of what appeared to be a girl. He also wanted to apologize to the girl because he realized what had happened when he looked at James and Jordan not being able to stop their laughter.
 He was about to apologize when he realized who he landed in front of. It was the girl he liked. She was maybe as tall as he was and she also had blonde hair like he did. Except for his blue eyes, she had green. She was always at the top of the class and had plenty of people trying to follow her. When he noticed who it was he couldnt formulate what he wanted to day and became more embarrassed. He didnt really talk to her much but secretly liked her, but didnt talk to her because he felt that she had already to many admirers and wouldnt pay attention to him.

 When he looked at her, her face was red as if she was a little embarassed but also looked like she was the only one trying to hold back her laughter even though there was still a quiver of a snicker on her face. When Phillip noticed all he could say instead of Sorry was "Saa" with a blank expression on his face and at that point she couldnt hold back either. And as soon as he said that the immediate surrounding kids started to laugh even harder.

The instructor was talking about the chances of someone having 2 or more manifeststions of power when he heard a commotion in the middle of the auditorium. All the kids were laughing so He looked around to see what could have caused the outbreak and saw a boy who was maybe a little short for his age standing in the middle with a somewhat dumb expression on his face. "YOU THERE BOY," he said neither angry or composed rather as he was curious as to what happened but had said loud enough to quiet the kids in the auditorium.
 "Come up to the stage," the instuctor looked quite giddy when he said that as he saw the last part happen.
Phillip turned his gaze up there and the only thing the girl heard him say was "Shit" which made her smile a bit more because it seemed like she was the only one who heard him say it. Phillip squinted his eyes at James and Jordan as to say ill get you back but they were looking away in different directions of the auditorium as if to say back we have no clue what the hell happened. Phillip took a deep breath and slowly walked on stage.

I want characters to actually matter. Not to be forgotten in the annals of plot holes. As responsive to critisicm of the book that may seem to start off slowly, the buildup is the high. 

As if youre on a roller coaster and waiting for the final big dropoff, you will start off with twists and turns, youd act giddy as if you were riding through the loops as if you would jump through hoops just for the next adrenaline high. 

I try and make the story as immersive as possible, as if you were there, with meaningful character buildup and i try and make them as familiar as if they were yourself, after all, how can people with powers relate to you at all? 

Then when you get to the drop off, and youre faced with the insertion of adrenaline, youd feel happy for the buildup, and wish that there would be more. 

Youd get back in line after riding it once

Note: This is my first novel, i dont have a masters in english, nor did i have influential english grades throughout school with the average being b+ at best, yet somtimes the glib of tounge is natural for me. 

Not to say i dont have flaws as you might have noticed perhaps some sentence structure or the wrong use of ending sentence structures falter.

I always try and use extensive vocabulary, as english is my native tounge. 

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MORE POWER STONES=MORE VIEWS
MORE VIEWS=MORE TRAFFIC
MORE TRAFFIC=MORE GREAT IMMERSIVE EXPERIENCES

On Wednesday, a 12-year-old, tan skinned boy with black messy hair and brown eyes, was finishing up his schoolwork on the history of Mexican Cinema when his music teacher, Mr. Ben Cruise came in.
"Hola, Señor Cruise."
"Ah. Buenos Dias, muchacho." He greeted the boy. "How are you doing today? Ready for music class this afternoon?"
Michael hugged Ben in excitement. "Yes, I am!" The boy said as he already had his guitar. "I'm ready for class!"
"Wonderful!" He put his arm around the boy's shoulder. "You know, you're one of my best and favorite students."
"I am." the boy said as he saw the clock read 7:50 AM, and the first bell rang at 8 AM. He needed to get to his first period, which was history. "I gotta go. see you in 6th period."
"Adios, chamaco, see you later." said Ben waving as he's headed off to the class.
Luckily the history class wasn't far away from music class. Michael slowly opened the door when he heard a voice.
"Michael 'Marco' Andrews Hernandez." He turned around to see his history teacher, Ms. Edison, a slender, fair skinned, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed woman. "You're here early." she smiled
"Oh...hey, Ms. Edison. How are you doing this morning?" Said Michel, waving.
"I'm doing good, thank you. How are you today?" She noticed the instrument on his back. "I see you have your guitar."
"Yes, Ms. Edison." said Michael with an excited expression. "It's in the case for Mr. Cruise's class this afternoon."
"That's great. I've heard you play several times before. You're really quite talented." She touched his shoulder.
Ms. Edison heard the door opening, revealing a 14-year-old skinny girl with small waistline, fair skin, circular head, pink lips, long straight blue-black hair covering half of her face, and blue-violet eyes walking to class fixing up her school uniform "Morning, Ms. Edison." the girl greeted her.
"Oh, good morning, Susan." She turned to face the girl. "How are you doing, today?"
"Just in a rush to get here." Susan said as she fixed her skirt. "I had to drop off my little brother, Barry at the elementary school. Oh hey, Michael."
"Well, it's good that you made it on time." She smiled and patted her on the back.
"Hi, Susan." Michael greeted her with a slight smile.
"Also, I just finished my homework on Mexican Cinema." said Michael as he handed his paperwork to Ms. Edison.
"That's great, Michael." Ms. Edison looked over the papers, impressed. "You're always such a good student."
"I got my too" Susan said holding her paperwork very shy.
"Oh, no need to be shy, Susan." Ms. Edison took the papers. "Good job. You two go take your seats." She said to the two tweens. "Class will start in 4 minutes."
"Yes, ma'am." The two nodded and joined the other classmates. Michael sat in the second row, while Susan retreated to the back row.
All the other students came into the classroom and took their desks. "Good Morning, Buenos dias, and Bonjour, students" Ms. Edison said with a welcome smile.
The kids all looked at her and answered back in their native languages.
"Now today, we're finishing up our lesson on Mexican Cinema for our Pop quiz this Friday." Ms. Edison said as she wrote on the chalkboard CONTINUING WITH MEXICAN CINEMA "So take out your textbooks and turn to pg. 32, where we left off."
The class all opened their books.
"The Golden Age of Mexican cinema was a period in the history of the Cinema of Mexico between 1933 and 1964," Ms. Edison lectured. "When the Mexican film industry reached high levels of success and gained recognition internationally. It soon became the center of commercial films in Latin America."
----
Soon after class was over, the kids grabbed their supplies, and began to leave the classroom "...and remember to study for our Pop quiz Friday." Ms. Edison said as the students left. In the hallway, everyone moved in and out of the various classrooms. 
During lunchtime, Michael was eating a bean burrito, carrots, apple slices, and a carton of milk, when he saw Susan.
She walked over to an empty table and set her lunch tray down. He stood up, grabbed his lunch, and came over to her.
"Hi Susan. Do you mind if I join you?"
"Sure." She agreed. "I would have mine". Michael then sat next to her. she's having a spaghetti and meatballs, red apple, corn, and apple juice for lunch.
Susan looked down at her food, not sure of what to say.
"So, what did you think of Ms. Edison's class today?" Michael asked, trying to make small talk.
"It's fine" Susan said sadly and ate her lunch. Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. "You're ok, amiga?"
"Yeah, I'm ok."
"You don't talk much, do you?"
"I just have depression after my parents died in a car crash." Susan confessed as she sipped her apple juice. "So, I'm the one with responsible for paying the bills, taking turns doing the choices, taking care of my little brother, Barry, working part time to support everything, and going to school. History and Gothic literature help keep my mind off my past."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Michael felt sorry for her. He couldn't imagine what that must be like. "I didn't mean to pry."
"It's okay" Susan smiled a little after eating half of her spaghetti. "I understand. Thanks for comforting, mi amigo."
"No problemo." Michael smiled. "After what you've been through, I thought you could really use an amigo right now."
"You're the best, amigo." Susan smile a little at him again. "You're the best."
Michael smiled, touched. "You're pretty cool yourself, amiga."
"You can come over to my house after school with your brother, if you want." Michael suggested.
"Oh. Uh, no one's ever invited me over before. But I guess I could." She looked unsure. "I don't know. He and I don't really get along."
"It's fine. I understand." Michael said with an understanding look. "I'll walk you after class."
"I'd like that. Thanks." She looked at him, slightly smiling.
--
After lunch, they went their separate ways. Susan was in literature class, and Michael was ready for music class at 2:30 PM. He was always early 10 minutes before class started. "Buenos Tardes, Señor Cruise." Michael greeted him while he took his seat.
Ben turned around and smiled at seeing Michael already seated. "Ah. Good to see you coming in early again, nino."
"Yes, Senor Curise." Michael said excited. "I'm ready for the lesson today!"
"Wonderful!"
More students began to enter the classroom. They took their seats and brought out their instruments.
"Good Afternoon, and Buenos Tardes, students!" Been said with a exciteful expression.
The students all responded back, preparing for the day's lesson.
--
Towards the end of class, Ben announced that tomorrow there would a quiz about Mozart. When the bell rang, everyone headed out into the hallway. Outside, Michael saw Susan sitting on a bench, reading "The Tell-Tale Heart by Eger Allan Poe" while waiting.
"Hey, Susan." Michael greeted her as he came over.
She looked up from her book. "Oh, hey Michael."
"Ready to go?" Michael held out his hand to her.
"Sure." Susan said as she put the book in her dark purple backpack. She took his hand and stood up.
They walked to the Elementary School where Barry, a slender, 10-year-old with blonde hair, blue eyes, and light freckles came up to her.
"Hey, Susan. I just came from track practice." He noticed Michael standing beside her. "Ooh. Who's the boy?"
"This is Michael." Susan as she looked embarrassed. "We know each other from school, and we're going to his house."
"Ooh. Susie's got a boyfriend." Barry teased.
"Shut up, Barry!" Susan grabbed Barry's hand. "He's only a friend, now stop it, please!" Michael looked extremely confused.
"Ok. Ok." Barry agreed to back down.
Susan turned to Michael. "I'm really sorry about that. My brother can't mind his own business."
"It's okay" Michael looked at Susan with an understanding look. "I understand."
---
Soon they walked for almost an hour till they made it to Michael's house.
Susan stopped before they entered the doorway. "Are you sure your parents are gonna be okay with me visiting?" She asked hesitant.
"It'll be fine." Michael knocked at the door. "My family is really caring.", the door open, was his father, Edward, a tan skinned man, with a mustache with a welcoming smile.
"Welcome home, mijo." He leaned down and hugged Michael. He then noticed Susan standing beside him. "I see you made a new amiga."
"Si, this is Susan, and her brother, Barry" Michael smiled showing his one dimple. "I know Susan at school!"
"That's wonderful. It's nice to meet you both." Edward shook their hands. "Come on inside." He gestured for them to enter the house.
Susan and Barry were amazed at Michael's house. It had Mexican decor and many rooms in separate houses inside. Michael found his mother, Lucy, a tan skinned woman with brown eyes and a loose ponytail, making the chilaquiles for dinner.
"Hola, Mama" Michael greeted her.
"Hola, mijo." Lucy turned to see her son approach her, and kissed him on the cheek. "How was your day at school?"
"It's great. We learned about Mozart." Michael answered excitingly. "Oh, and this is Susan and Barry. I know Susan at school."
"That's nice." She smiled, and then noticed the other two kids. "Hello. Nice to meet you. It's great to see that Michael's made friends."
"Very nice to meet you." Barry said with a lustful inspection to Lucy. "That name's Barry."
"Brother!" Susan scolded at her brother. "She's an adult."
"Yeah. A pretty adult." Barry looked at her, trying to put on a flirty grin. Susan facepalmed in annoyance. Lucy smiled and patted Barry's head. "Aren't you adorable."
Someone hit Barry's head with a sandal. "Ow!" Barry said rubbing his head.
Maria, a short obese old woman with tan skin, gray hair with white streaks, and brown eyes. "That's not nice to say to a married woman."
"Oh, now, Maria. He's just a kid. I'm sure he didn't anything." Lucy tried to calm her down.
"Sorry about my grandmother." Michael said to Barry. "She can be pretty strict. We'll work on our homework before dinner."
----
Michael soon led the other two kids up to his room. They took out their books and started their homework. Barry sat off to the side, playing games on his phone with his headphones on.
"What year did Maria Felix start in her first film?" Michael asked Susan as part of their study.
Susan thought for a few minutes. "It was sometime in the 40s. I wanna say 1942."
"Correct." Michael said as he picked another flash card. "What year did the first Selena song came out?"
"Oh, uh..." Susan tried to think. "I know this one. I wanna say... 1985."
"You're right." Michael took the final flash card "Now the 12th and final one. What year did Jorge Negrete do his first movie?"
Susan's face perked up. "That's an easy one. It was in 1953."
---
As Michael was about to put the flash cards away, he suddenly felt a flash of him falling off a building in the Land of the Dead. He then snapped back to reality and almost fell to the floor, but Susan caught him.
"Michael, are you ok? What happened?" Susan asked, concerned as she helped him sit down.
Michael groaned as he rubbed his head. "What if I give you my number so I can text you on what's wrong."
But as Michael put his hand on Susan's shoulder, she had a flash of her own about the Incredibles fighting the Omnidroid. She then flashed back to reality and grabbed Michael's shirt.
"Whoa, whoa. You okay, amiga?" Michael asked, holding her steady.
"How about I text you. You just give it to me and I'll tell you." Susan stands back up again
"Kids, Dinner!" Edward called.
"Coming, Papa!" Michael answered back.
"Sure, we can do that." Susan agreed. "Are you gonna tell your parents about what happened?"
"I'll tell them we just had homework." Michael whispered to Susan. "I can text you on what I did in my vision."
"Ok." She whispered back. "Sure. And I can tell you about what happened in mine."
---
After dinner was finished, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it" said Lucy, and she opened the opened the door to reveal Ivanna, a short slender woman with fair skin, short black hair, and brown eyes with her arms crossed "Good evening, madam."
"Oh, my goodness. Ms. Nagasaki." Lucy was surprised to see the town's famous fashion designer at their house. "What a surprise. May I help you?"
"We'll I'm here to pick my niece and nephew." Ivana Nagasaki said. She approached Susan and Barry and give them each a kiss.
"Hey, Auntie Ivana." Susan said in embarrassment.
"Where you two kids good for Michael's family?"
"Yes." They both answered at same time.
"Well, it's time to go home. It's 6 PM already. So, say goodbye to your new friend." Ivana said sarcastically.
--
Michael and Susan exchanged phone numbers, but all three kids said goodbye to everyone. The brother and sister soon left with Ivana.
When they got home, both the kids went to their rooms, took a shower, and put on their pajamas. Susan wore a dark purple nightgown and black knee socks, and Barry in his dinosaur pattern pajamas. Susan sat on her bed and instead of texting Michael, he decided to video chat him on her phone.
"Hi, Michael!"
--
In his room, Michael had gotten ready for bed, when he heard his phone ringing. He saw that it was a video chat with Susan and answered it.
"Hola, Susan!"
"Remember the flash I had before dinner?" Said Susan as she laid on her pillow. "Well, it was me getting hit by some robot in the city. And yours?"
"That sounds scary." Michael looked surprised. "In mine, I was surrounded by skeletons and one threw me off a building."
"Oh my gosh." Susan looked frightened. "Looks we've both had strange flashes. It must be like a memory. Anyway, what kind of pajamas are you wearing tonight?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Michael agreed. "It did kinda feel like a memory. It felt so real. Oh, I'm wearing red and white matching pajamas with a guitar on the shirt."
"So cool!" Susan said in excitement. "BTW, I'm wearing my dark purple knee length nightgown and my black knee socks, like it?"
"Thanks." Michael smiled, and then noticed her nightgown. "Yeah. It looks nice."
Susan looked at her alarm clock, which read 8:54 PM. "It's getting late. We should go get some sleep. Night."
"Oh, ok." Michael nodded in agreement. "Night. Talk to you again tomorrow?"
"Sure, night Susan said tiredly. "Night" said Michael said, then they turned off their phones and went to sleep.
------
Present day (2 days later)
Michael sat in his room, playing his guitar when he saw a page sitting on the window with marigold petals scattered around it. He put the guitar down and went to look at the page. He picked it up and looked at it, curiously. As he looked at the picture, it's was some skeleton ancestors at the sunrise spectacular. He looked shocked and immediately video chatted Susan.
----
Susan was reading one of her favorite Gothic stories, when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up and answered it. "Hey, Michael. What's up?"
Michael showed the page to Susan. "This is from the flash I had the other day!"
All of a sudden, Susan saw a page on her desk and grabbed it. She was shocked to see a picture of her and the Omnidroid.
"Look what I just found." She showed him her page. "It's just like the flash that I had. Something weird is going on."
"I agree." Michael nodded. "These feel like memories of a previous life!"
"A previous life? Like that reincarnation stuff?" Susan looked doubtful. "I'm not sure if I believe in that."
"We'll I'm just guessing." Michael nodded. "We might keep that a secret."
"Michael, time for bed." said Edward while holding Michael's baby sister, Mina, with a ponytail in her hair and wearing a pink onesie. "And said goodnight to your sister."
"Yeah, I think we should. Be right back." Michael put down the phone, and came over to his father and sister. "Goodnight, Mina." He kissed her on the cheek.
"Well, night." Susan then turned off her phone, and then saw her brother, Barry scared and frightened and out of bed.
"Barry, what is it?" She asked, concerned. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes." Barry started to cry. "It's was you and I falling out of a plane into the ocean with Ms. Richards. Then I woke up. So, I snuck into your bedroom to see if I could sleep with you tonight."
Even though Susan thought he was too old for this, she hugged him. "Ok. I guess you can stay with me for the night."
"Yes!" Barry said quietly as he crawled on Susan's bed and hugged her. "Night, sissy." He said as he yawned on her chest.
"Night, little bro." She smiled and soon fell asleep.
--
Michael put away the page in a drawer, and laid down trying to think about his flash while he slept.
--
In the shoe shop, Ms. Cordwain was making boots with her 'R' signature on the sole. As she looked at her family photo, she wondered if she'd ever see them again.

A series of shorts that take place during the events of the curse after Jack arrives in Pixfare.

"Hey Zach"  Hm oh hey Jamie, how you been?" I been good and youuuu"  Zach sighs, " I'm alright" Awe why the long face huh?" It's just Trisha rejected me again." Again! haha you never give up do you?" "of course not! How can I give up on her. She's  every thing to me." Zach you got a lifetime she's not going anywhere. Wait till she's ready ok." Fine" The boys hear the bell ring in the cafeteria, "well it's time to go to class." "well homie I'm gonna go meet up with Casey in history hehe" " Jamie don't forget there's a test in history" "huh!? A test! I didn't study" "Well good luck buddy" As Zach pat Jamie's shoulder. 

As the boys left to class we move on to the girls restroom. 
"Trisha do I look fat?" "No you don't" "you sure?" "YES MEI" "jeez don't be  mad " "Sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just you worry about your looks so much" " I know it's just I been feeling a little insecure lately" "Awe , Mei come here " as the girls hug each other "You're not ugly. If someone calls you ugly I will fuck them up" Mei giggles, "ok Trisha You better" "Ok now we have to go to class before we get in trouble" "yeah lets go" The girls grab their bags and rush to class.

"Ok class hope you guys studied for your quiz" The class started to booing Mr. Stuart, "settle down kids!" " But it sucks...and I don't like being forced to take this useless quiz" "Jamie at least you get education there's children out there that would enjoy school unlike you. Now pass the test to your classmates" Jamie snatches the paper out of Mr. Stuart's hand, "Fine" "geez what a hard headed boy. Ok now kids start the test you have till the end of class. "  "pssst psssttttttt hey Zach Zachhhh" "what Jamie can you see me trying to finish my damn test." "yeah but hey I was wondering if you wanted to go explore that abandon house near the lake?" "....your not going to stop begging if I don't say yes huh?" "yep" "ok I'll go after school" "yesss ok du-" Jamie was interrupted by a tan boy with hazel eyes, "Are you guys serious? Haven't you heard what happened in that God forsaken house?" " Uhhh of course we did haha who didn't what an idiot." "um I never heard of it and who the hell you calling idiot?" "um sorry Trisha" "whatever" as Trisha rolled her eyes, "Ok anyways Carlos what about the house?" "Ok so there was a big family having a Thanksgiving in that house. they where having fun joy and laughter filled the room. Then night came, the family decided to go to bed since it was late. Everyone was dead asleep except the father.  He was a light sleeper. He could hear everything, feel everything smell everything. The father was going to sleep but he heard a loud thud down stairs. He woke up to a foul smell, he grabbed his nose to prevent the smell to go in his nose any further" He got up and slowly went down stairs the further he went the more foul the smell became. It was coming from the basement. He went down and while he was going down the stairs the door shut behind him. He didn't mind it. He thought it was just the wind." "what that stupid to think of!" "shush Jamie" "Ok" "As I was saying the man kept going down until he saw a black chest in the far back. He cautiously walked to the chest, and slowly opened the black chest. What the man saw in the black chest made him scream, and was dragged in the chest. He was never to be seen since then. The next morning everyone was dead just laying in bed lifeless." "Oh My Goshhh" " That's so scary" "Awe don't be scared Zach will protect you" "shut up Jamie!" "for real" "damn" "Ahem" The kids look up to Mr. Stuart, "I see you enjoyed your little chit chat. Lets see if you can still chit chat in detention!" "dammit" they all said in sync. 



14:00 hours,(same day as the previous chapter).
Senoia, GA
outskirts of the town,
near an unmarked Road
Hershey:-" get out, get the fuck out of here." shouted an old white man in a white shirt and black pants, with white hairs to the two middle-aged men one fit black men with the average build; yet a compassionate face; and the other is a white male with a rough face, slightly long hair, a mustache, standing behind him is a blonde middle-aged slightly fat women with wrinkles around her nose with two kids beside her one boy and one girl.

Kenny:-" I am sorry.  Said the middle-aged white men.
Hershey:-" Sorry, you are sorry, your sorry won't bring my boy back, yours is alive your sorry don't mean shit."
Hershey:-" you tried to help him; but, this piece of shit let him die. Old men said to the Black men.

Lee:-" Maybe I wasn't strong enough to push that tractor above his leg."(black man lee Everett)
Hershel:- then you will need to be stro" old men Hershel is cut short by the sound of chuf chuf chuff in the air.
This is the sound of a helicopter.
Under bewildered gazes of all the giant of a helicopter landed in the middle of Hershel's farm between the barn and the main house.
As soon as the rear ramp door fell on the ground 8 well-armed soldiers climbed out of the Helicopter.
Lee instantly recognized the helicopter, this is a CH-47 Helicopter.

Soon a soldier who looks like the leader of this unit of soldiers approached them, this man is Sgt. Greyhound and is not in a good mood, he thought he would be robbing people; but fate had different plans for him, instead of robbing people, he is saving them.
Greyhound:-" spread out!!; examine all buildings, and bring his family out of the main house if he doesn't come willingly, we will just force him".
He ordered the other 7 soldiers around him.
Who quickly spread all over the place checking the barns and the main house.

Who is Doctor Green among you three? He shouted at the trio standing near the wooden fence, as he moved near the. (beyond the fence there are three zombies shot in the head by Hershel)

"What are you doing on my property, this is private property, you can't do this" Hershel shouted at the Greyhound, when he saw the soldiers breaking into the barn and now trying to enter his house.

Greyhound:-" We are expressing patriotism Here, and you must good be old Dr. Green".

"Then express that patriotism!!! Somewhere else, and yeah I am Dr. Greene".

Greyhound(sarcastic tone):-" Well, here it is Dr. Greene I have been ordered to express my Patriotism here, you and your family will be taken to the Military base".
" I ain't going anywhere".
"You got no choice Doctor".
" You are coming one way or the other".
Hershel(Almost panicked voice)" This is against the law for god's sake"
Greyhound(in playful voice):-" My gun is the law, and I am the enforcer". Greyhound said while brandishing his M1911 .45 tactical pistol for extra stopping power.

" Besides God left the building a long time ago, so he ain't here listening to your drivel".

Hershel:- "This is insanity."
Just then soldiers dragged the entire Family Of Hershel outside in front of him making them kneel, while the 7 soldiers held them at gunpoint standing behind them.

Greyhound:- "WOW!!! You got yourself an army of kids Doctor"(points towards Hershel's 6 kids).

Sgt. Greyhound(in a voice as cold as steel):- "Now Doctor Greene if you agree to come with us, it's fine, but if you don't, I am going to shoot these kids right in front of you by one until you accept, you have 5 minutes to decide".

Turning his attention to the other two men standing beside Hershel.
Greyhound:- "who are you, two clowns"?

Lee Everett:- "my name Lee Everett, and she is my daughter". He says pointing towards Clementine.
Kenny:- "my name is Kenny, this Katja my wife and that's our son Duck".
Both introduced themselves to Greyhound to Which the latter only shrugged and replied.
Greyhound:- "I am not asking names or your family introduction, I am asking clowns about your jobs before this" (points at the dead).
Both of them told him about their past jobs, Kenny was a Mechanic and Fisherman, while Lee was a Ph.D. history professor.
To which he says.
Greyhound:- "we don't need a fisherman, but a mechanic will always come in handy,(turning his attention lee) well we don't need a history professor, but you look like someone who can handle himself in a fight, there's the awful lack of those".
Kenny:- "Sir, I am not a good mechanic".

Greyhound:- "Mr. Kenny I think we have a misunderstanding!!! I am not giving you a choice, you either come with us and get a chance to express patriotism, or you will just stay here permanently".
Greyhound pulls out his pistol points it at Kenny's head, with a smile as if saying you refuse I shoot.
Kenny(panicked voice):- "No! No! No!!!! Sir I would love to have a chance to show my patriotism for the country".
Lee:- "I don't have opinions, Sir. Damn", I feel like I am getting kidnapped he thought to himself.
Greyhound:- "good, it's settled then ".
Greyhound:- "Dr. Greene did come you to a decision"?
Greyhound turned his attention to Hershel.
RAAAAUUUUGHHHH!!!!!!!
The sound of zombie roaring echoed throughout the area.
It was Shawn Greene who had just resuscitated thanks to the Virus.
Sgt. Greyhound turned his attention to the Zombie Shawn.
Greyhound:- "your kid"(he asked Hershel).
Hershel:- "yeah, my eldest".
Greyhound:- "it's gonna be okay old man".
Greyhound aimed his pistol at Shawn's head and pulled the trigger.
POP!!!!!!!
Zombie Shawn's lifeless bleeding head with a huge hole fell back.
All blood drained from Hershel's face as he fell on his knees.
Hershel:-"(weakly) you killed my son, he could've been cured, this sick sickness could've been cured!!!!!"
Greyhound:-(serious expression with an icy gaze, which makes the scar on his nose look cooler ) there is no cure for these things.

Greyhound:- "Open that barn's lock".Greyhound pointed at the 2nd barn.
2 soldiers instantly moved at his order.

As soon as the barn's door opened, a wave of zombies started pouring out from the barn.
Greyhound:- "switch to semi-automatic and Fire everything"!!!!
without further ado, soldiers switched To semi-automatic and started shooting until the last zombie was dead.
Greyhound:- "escort these gentlemen and all these kids and scavenge this place for supplies,(turning his attention to Hershel) you can take anything personally you need, 30 minutes tops, we are getting out after that".
After 30 minutes a Helicopter flew off from Senoia towards Atlanta City, carrying Lee, Clem, Kenny, Kenny's family, Hershal's family, and Hershel.


Author Note-  thanks to everyone for pointing out problems with my garbage quality grammar, especially LordValmar and Zeroz7.
Also my thanks to google, this time I used google for zombie sounds.
I am still working on my grammar so please bear with me and my errors.
Don't forget to leave a comment.
There will be another chapter in few hours.














































What happens when a transmigrator fails and dies. leaving his memories to his target.
This is a tale, of Jack Dixon.

Self-created Fictitious character in a fictional world.
No transmigration.

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