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An: Well obviously my mind won ^^' If you have no idea what I'm talking about read my profile. Yay another story! This thing is going to scare the crap out of me!.. yay... I hate zombies......

Summary: Twelve year old Jack Spicer thought that this day was going to be like any other. It's not. Of all the things he thought was going to happen today fighting off a zombie in his PJ was NOT on the list.

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Chapter 1: Unpleasant Awakening. _______________

Twelve year old Jack Spicer glared annoyingly at the door for the fifty-third time that evening. He was in his room lying on his bed trying to block out the sounds of the wild party that was going on outside of his door. His parents were away for a business trip and his twenty years old sister Mich had of course immediately invited all of her friends into the Spicer mansion for a wild party. Jack had of course not been invited as Mich didn't want her 'freaky and nerdy younger brother' anywhere near her or her friends. No big loss honestly. Jack hated loud parties. The music hurt his ears and everyone always got drunk and drunk people got nasty. Jack pressed his pillow over his head in an vain attempt to block out the sound. But it was useless. He sat up and growled irritably. Sure he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. But he will be damned if he wouldn't make the most of it! He snarled one more time at the door then went over to his work corner. The work corner was a corner of the room that Jack had made into his personal workspace when he was working with his projects. A large desk with an an chair was standing against the wall. A wall lamp was screwed into the wall a bit above the desk and a big trashcan was standing next to the desk. All around the workspace were pieces of metal,

long slings of cable, several different tools and lot of such stuff. He clicked on the lamp and started to work on his latest and most needed project. A pair of big headphones that blocked out all outside sound and played music without having to plug it into anything. You just inserted an USB cable in it and downloaded the music right into it. There was a small screen straight in the middle of one speaker where you saw what music you had downloaded into it and how much battery that was left. You chargethe batteries by a cable that ended in a socket that you then just could stick inside a outlet. He was almost finished and soon he could finally get a good night sleep. He just had a few small kinks to work out. His snow white hair kept getting in the way all the time so he annoyingly set it up in a ponytail low in the neck. He had worked for a good while when suddenly something slammed into his door.

He jumped high and stared at the door with wide eyes while he held his hand in front of his wildly thumping heart. He could hear some drunken gibbering and loud laughs outside his door. He scowled at the door and then his scowl turned into a horrified expression when the handle started rattling. He rushed forward and hastily locked his door. He did not want any drunks in his room thank you very much. He threw an disgusted expression at the door. Who knows what those drunks could get up to? They would probably puke over everything! He shuddered and went back to his project. He was almost finished he just had to connect some cables and screw some screws. He had just finished screwing the last screw and was admiring his latest masterpiece when another loud thud hit his door. He raised an delicate white eyebrow at it and wondered what the hell the drunks were doing.

Then he shrugged and continued working. It didn't have anything to do with him. He plugged in the headphones socket and saw as the battery was charged. He had managed it so that the headphones had a much larger capacity for energy than normal. Now the headphones could last three whole month on a fully charged battery. Of course it took a lot of time to charge it but it was worth it. He put on the headphones and immediately the sound of the party disappeared. Jack gave an soft sight of relief. He took them off so that he could put on music and winced at the blaring sound that immediately assaulted his eardrums. He thought he could vaguely hear some scrams in the music. He snorted. They really are partying good. Another thud hit the door but he ignored it and pressed in the buttons and put on some soft music. Then he slipped them on again. His shoulders sagged in relief when the blaring noise was changed to soft calm music. He grinned and stretched. Then suddenly a big yawn forced his way past his lips. He rubbed his eyes. He was really tired and the calm music wasn't helping any. He stumbled towards the bed and laid down. He pulled his blanket over him and had soon slipped off in exhausted sleep.

Next Morning

Jack woke with the feeling of sunshine on his face. He groggily opened his eyes but quickly shut them

giving out a small whine of pain. Damn his sensitive eyes! He opened them little by little and got used to the light. He groggily rose up on his arms and rubbed his eyes. His new headphones slipped of his head and immediately his eardrums was assaulted by loud music. He jerked in surprise and looked with wide eyes at the door. They still hasn't stopped! He sighted and slipped on his new headphones again. Ah. Much better! He looked thoughtfully at the door. There was no way he was going out there. He rubbed his eyes again and yawned. He looked blearily down on the bed. Sleep sounds good right now. He laid down and slipped back into deep sleep.

A few hours later

Jack was slowly waking up. He could strangely not feel any sunshine on his face this time even when he was facing the window. Maybe it was cloudy outside? He groggily opened his eyes and what he saw made him give out an bloodcurdling scream. There right in front of his face was the most godawful looking face he had ever seen. One of its eyes was torn out leaving an bloodied hole and the eye that was left was all white and clouded over. The skin was gray and papery. It's mouth was open and between the pink tinted teeth you could see pieces of skin! At first jack was just staring chocked at the monster.. zombie at the side of his bed. But then it was reaching for his arm! He instantly grabbed his pillow and showed it in the zombies face. The thing grunted fell to the floor. Jack jumped out of bed and looked around wildly for a weapon. He spotted an huge wrench that lied on the floor. He ran to it and picked it up.

Then he turned around and looked at the zombie warily. The thing was crawling towards him. He stared in panic at in and with one heavy swing he hit the Zombies head. Hard. The zombie gave out a big grunt and fell to the floor. He stared at it warily. Was it dead? He picked up a long pipe and poked the zombie with it. The Zombie jerked up and snapped his teeth after the pipe. Jack gave out a startled cry and accidentally stabbed the rather sharp pipe straight trough the zombies head. The zombie twitched sharply then stopped moving. Jack looked with wide eyes at the body. He wriggled the pipe a bit but the zombie didn't move. Jack didn't relax though. If theres one there is probably more. He looked at the door.

The door was closed. He frowned thoughtfully at the door. How the hell did the zombie come in? Then he spotted a piece of bloody metal lying on the ground. He looked closer at it without touching it. Yeah that was a lock pick. The zombie had been a person once and that person could apparently pick locks. He had probably been bitten by a zombie, picked the lock, run inside, locked the door. Then he had probably died from his injuries. Then ha had been turned into a zombie. Jack blanched when he thought about what would have happened if he hadn't woken up when he did. He shuddered at the thought. He gingerly sat down on the bed. All the while watching the zombie for any sudden movements. One thought were occupying his mind.

'What the hell is going on?'