"Many religions believe that when someone dies, their soul leaves their body. Leaving behind a lifeless corpse. The ancients have predicted an uprising. In which a dark and powerful force, will awaken our dead and use their bodies to bring about the demise of the living. I fear we our greatly outnumbered. We must band together at this time and explore our options or it is a great possibility we will all soon be amongst the army of the undead..... They will rise, their day will come, will you be
“ A disturbance is coming this way.” The anchor women warned, I turned the television off before she could finish her thought. I really didn't want to hear about the early snowstorm headed our way. I was near petrified of snow. I wasn't a big fan of anything that, froze and smothered all things living. I don't care how pretty everyone else thought it was. The winter's were rough in Port Adams Maine. I avoided it at all cost with a substantial stack of books and an endless supply of Swiss Miss.
I threw on the designer dress mom laid out on my bed. It was black, the skirt slightly flared, it fell just above my knees, since it was sleeveless and nearing October she left a black knit shall for me to wear over it. I was sixteen, more than capable of throwing an outfit together. Mom just didn't like my taste. I put in the earrings she left out on my desk. They too were black, black pearls. “ Jeez mom, I'm not going to a funeral.” I muttered checking out my brother's latest accomplishment, which came in the form of a newly published book.
Mom handed it to me this morning. “Here sweetheart.” She said, “Just at least skim the pages and act like you read some of it, alright?”
I glanced at the title one more time, “' Wake; A novel by Sawyer King', Mom this book is about Zombies and it's not even fictional literature?!” I complained, “Come on your a scientist, shouldn't this be blasphemous to you?”
“Look Ruby. This is important to Sawyer. Now I'm very proud of your brother and I would never set out to stun his creativity. Come on you don't want to hurt his feelings do you?”
I moaned and groaned about that up until my best friend Sologne picked me up for school, and then some. She was dressed in combative boots, her black hair cropped to her chin. Everyday her lips were painted a new color, today they were blue. To me she looked cold.
“What's the good word little bird?” She asked.
I tossed the book on her lap She picked it up, and flipped to the back cover to drool over my brother's picture..
“Sol can you believe this?!” I whined.
She smiled, she had the biggest crush on my brother, even though he was six years older than her. Of course she would never slander him or his work. Instead she simply said, “He's an innovator. And who cares he made some made cash off of it.”
I managed a wavering smile. I should be proud of my brother, but I really didn't want to encourage his absence from reality. Couldn't he write about politics, or something else as corrupted as a zombie apocalypse, people in school were beginning to think my family was strange. I turned the book over and read the back jacket...
Many religions believe that when someone dies, their soul leaves their body. Leaving behind a lifeless corpse. The ancients have predicted an uprising. In which a dark and powerful force, will awaken our dead and use their bodies to bring about the demise of the living. I fear we our greatly outnumbered. We must band together at this time and explore out options or it is a great possibility we will be amongst the army of the undead.....
They will rise, their day will come, will you be ready?
I rolled my eyes and threw the book back on my bed. The stiletto’s my mom laid out bounced at the book's weight. If she thought I was wearing those, than she was just as crazy as Sawyer.