Young Writers Society

*Part six of my series “Zombies of Mariesville”. This story is underneath my folder titled “Zombies of Mariesville”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

Luisa walked down the halls of the palace with Ava and Oliver, feeling the weight of those long dead still lingering. Were there other souls trapped in there? Other souls that Helena was taking? That Jackson was taking?

So much death. Zombies, ghosts. When does it ever end? 

Ava stopped walking. Her red eyes got wide, as wide as a porcelain doll’s. With one shaking, gloved hand, she pointed to a wooden door painted violet, with deep dents like wounds on flesh.

“That’s where he is. The dead boy.” Ava said.

“The dead boy?” Luisa asked, startled. How was there a dead boy involved?

“I don’t know. He’s supposed to be a boy, but he isn’t. Not really.” Ava said with the confidence level of a kid who sat in the back of class asked to speak.

For a moment, Luisa saw Ava’s eyes flash brown, but then they went back to red.

Is Helena responsible for changing her? Luisa thought to herself.

But she didn’t ask any questions. Ava, although older than him, was a child, just like Oliver. She probably still didn’t want to talk about what happened to her, and Luisa respected that.

She turned the knob on the door and stepped inside.

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In the middle of the barren, creaked and cracked room, there was a man, with all the life and vitality of the zombies Luisa had seen in her town.

Clear tubes with crimson liquid inside, like bloody veins, grew from the walls like vines and connected to the man’s body. He breathed raggedly, seeming to grasp for more air by the minute.

Luisa walked up to the man, slowly and carefully. Oliver clung onto her pant leg, shivering profusely.

“Helena…liar…liar…you lied…to him…” The man trailed off.

Luisa got closer…closer…

Abruptly, something reached from down below and pulled her under.

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Luisa’s head was woozy, her brain switching from blood, to zombies, to ghosts.

“Luisa! Luisa, I’m okay! I’m alive! We can get out of here together! We can find Marie! We can end the curse!” Josette’s voice said.

Luisa blinked her eyes. Standing in front of her was Josette, covered in dirt, eyes slightly tired, but still alive.

“There’s a cure? But I thought that all the plants were gone…I thought that…”

Luisa trailed off. Oliver still clung to her desperately. Where was Ava? What happened to the man? Who was the man?

“I thought so too. But I was wrong.” Josette said, taking hold of Luisa’s wrist.

Luisa made sure not to let go of Oliver.