Young Writers Society

*Part three of “Zombies of Mariesville”. You can find the rest of the stories under my folder “Zombies of Mariesville”. I hope that you enjoy! Gacha Club character designs are on my wall.*

When the explosion cleared, the three of them were no longer in the Lavein forest, but on a hill. At the very top of the hill was a brick building almost completely swallowed whole by ivy leaves.

In a few months, Luisa had seen nature take back what was theirs. It was fascinating, really. Perhaps no one would even know the existence of humans at all.

“Our old home.” Marie said, her voice choked with grief akin to a parent’s when their child died.

“What’s wrong?” Josette asked, ever so curious. Luisa didn’t want to stay and chat, the very fate of the world was in their hands.

She began trudging through the knee-length grass, but Josette roughly grabbed her right arm and pulled her close.

“Don’t leave, it’s rude.” Josette said.

Charles and Braden were zombies, the field of vivus plants had disappeared, and Josette wanted Luisa to be nice?

Josette glared at her icily. Luisa stayed when she was, for Josette had never glared at her and it felt like Luisa’s very throat was going hot with guilt.

“Jackson had a friend. A very good friend of his, someone who understood him better than I did.” Marie said. Her brown eyes were lost, perhaps stuck in a past life.

“His name was Elvis. Elvis loved watching Jackson perform spells, he used to come every day just to see him. It was quite touching, how he never once judged Jackson for being a witch.” Marie said.

Luisa thought of how Charles may have been the “cool” one, he didn’t leave Luisa behind. He always stayed by her side. He always saw the light in Luisa and in turn, Luisa saw the light in him.

True love never withered away.

“One day, Jackson wanted to try a particular spell that would impress him, a spell that was too dangerous. A spell that would kill.”

Marie sighed haggardly, as though bone hands were closing in on her throat.

“It’s so terrible that I don’t know exactly what he did. But I do know that Jackson came out of his room, bawling his eyes out. He came to me, stuttering about Elvis.”

“I didn’t understand him, but I followed him up to his room. There, I found Elvis. All mangled up like a knot, blood tying his limbs together like a rope. His blood was visible. It had the consistency of yarn. It was…a sight no fifteen year old girl should have seen! A horror no thirteen year old boy should witness!”

Marie’s arms were reaching out towards the girls in vain. Josette and Luisa stepped back, startled by the sudden action. It was though she wanted to save someone, but didn’t know how.

As quickly as it happened, Marie blinked back into reality.

“Sorry about that.” Marie said, swallowing hard. She lowered her arms and smiled harshly at them.

“We’re not talking about my past life. Let’s just get to the house and find the vivus plant. It must be hiding there somewhere.” Marie said.

She grabbed a hand from Josette and a hand from Luisa, not stopping to wait for them.

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They walked through the cracked remains of a dying home, Marie in the lead, Luisa in the back.

What else is Marie not telling us? What did Jackson do? Luisa thought to herself. There was something missing, something important. She could sense it in her veins. What was it? It was so close, she could almost grasp it.

Somebody help me. A young girl whispered in her brain. Not in her ear, but in her brain.

Luisa looked at Marie and Josette. None of them reacted. Marie was the witch, wouldn’t she hear a girl’s voice?

Please, somebody HELP ME! The girl screamed. Luisa could hear bone-breaking tears in her voice, a full-blown sob that rang throughout Luisa’s body.

She broke away, running up the creaking stairs towards the voice.

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When Luisa reached the second floor, she found a door open across from her, where a young girl with, long, curled hot pink hair curled up in the corner of the room.

Luisa walked inside the room. Upon closer inspection, it was a girl’s bedroom with fading lavender walls, a hardwood floor bleached white over the years, and dead leaves scattered to and fro.

The girl in the corner was staring up into space. She wore a small red bow on her head. Her sky blue dress went past her knees, she wore clean white socks underneath gleaming black Mary Janes. Her gloves matched the color of her socks.

But the most striking thing about the girl was her eyes. Her eyes were scarlet red, black pupils the slit of a snake’s. She had the eyes of a demon.

“Were you calling me?” Luisa asked. Yes, the girl’s eyes were something to be nervous about, but life taught her not to judge books by their covers. The girl might be in danger.

“Yes, I did.” The girl said, turning her tear-stained eyes towards Luisa. Her voice was weary from hours of crying, her face was flushed with past tears.

“My name is Ava Luxrose, but I have lost my family. She took me here and she took others. She was brought here from someone, I’m certain of it…”

Ava paused, collecting her thoughts.

“If you’re here now, then it is your help we need. There’s a monster in this house.” Ava said solemnly.

“Monster? What do you mean? What’s going on?!” Luisa asked.

A window crashed downstairs, shattered glass falling to the ground with such a high crescendo it sounded otherworldly. Josette screamed and Marie cried out: “Stay back!”

“Helena Blackrose is here!” Ava screeched shrilly before curling into herself yet again.