A/N: What? I should stop writing new stories and continue old ones? Yeah I know :D

Well yes ANOTHER new story….:P I'll keep writing the old ones when I feel like it (Whoops procrastinating again).

Rated T for cussing and dead pplz….

Well let's get going!


She appeared, with a burst of sparks.

…nah, this isn't exactly correct. There were plenty of sparks around me even before she appeared.

Let's see….oh, I know.

She appeared, with a burst of gunshot.

Yep, this is much better. There weren't any gunshots before she appeared. There was only the roar of fire, and screams more close to moans.

…Oh, sorry. You don't understand, do you? I'll explain from now.

The day my life changed completely.

The day, I met her.


'Hey Al, did you hear? Gramp Houston's gone missing.'

I read the memo passed from Jimmy, and a blinked.

I'll introduce myself before I keep going with the story.

My name is Alfred F. Jones, an ordinary 15-year-old boy.

And this place is Tames, a little town in America. Nothing weird, nothing special.

And where I am right now, is the only high school in Tames. More precise, the science class.

Alright, let's get back to the story.

I read the note again, and glanced at Jimmy who is sitting two rows away from me. Jimmy mouthed,

"I'm not kidding," and smirked.


Gramp Houston is a neighbor of Jimmy (who lives right next to me) and mine. He is about eighty-years-old, and a horrible nagger. Jimmy and I teased him around a lot. But actually he is very kind, and when Jimmy broke his leg while skateboarding he immediately called the ambulance (yep, even a small town like this has a decent ambulance).

And more than anything, he was a really cautious man.

"Youngsters, make sure you lock your doors and windows before you sleep. You nerve know when a dirty-handed thief might come in," He always told us, while pouring root beer.

"Maybe he got kidnapped?" Jimmy said.

"What? That's not possible!"

Jimmy definitely forgot what Gramp Houston told us every time he gave us root beer….no wonder, he always visited for the snacks.

But me, I liked the stories Gramp told us. It was often about when he was young, and it was really thrilling.

"Don't you make another war in this world. This right arm of mine, it was hit as well. Didn't cut it off, but it doesn't work like it did in the young days,"

"It's really important to be good to your parents. I lost both my parents in an accident, you see. Do good deeds for them quickly,"

I learned a lot of other things from Gramp, and he was like a true Grandfather to me.

But sometimes, probably 'cause of the age, he said weird things as well.

"Listen to me youngster; be careful for the "Living-Dead". Remember, they hate sharp things and fire,"

I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

Until that day.


That day, I was home alone. I think mom and dad were out shopping. I don't remember a lot about Tames since that incident. She explained it to me that "my memories are paralyzed".

Sorry, got side-tracked again.

Anyway, it was really quiet. Since it's a small town, everyone's like a friend. So if you met someone while you're outside, a conversation always popped up. So even if you're home alone, you always heard housewives gossiping away, company workers grumbling, stuff like that.

But today, I couldn't hear anything.

"Maybe I suddenly lost my hearing," I joked to myself at first. My slowly, I realized that something was definitely wrong.

"What the hell's happening…?" I mumbled, and opened the door.

I don't know if this decision was lucky, or unlucky.

But I'll tell you what happened.


This, was definitely Hell. I went completely insane I was shooting everything that came close to me with dad's shotgun.

I can't explain it well, but….I'll try.

The peaceful town of Tames looked like it got air-raided.

Jimmy's house, which I only visited a day ago, lost its form burned up. It wasn't only Jimmy's house. Everywhere in Tames was burning. The Supermarket, the school, the church, everything.

And the people…they didn't even look like people anymore.

The moans they let out didn't sound like it was possible for a living thing, and they stretched out to me with rotten hands with long hooked nails. They bore out their yellowed teeth, and glared at me hatefully with red bulged eyes. Oh shit, I think I'm gonna throw up….

It took me a while to realize that these "monsters" were the people I spent time with every day.

The leopard-colored bracelet that Jimmy always wore. Mom and dad's Platinum wedding ring.

I, definitely going half-insane, ran up to the second floor, and took the shotgun dad always had next to his bed saying it was for "robbery counterplans". And I shot.

Like a TV game, I shot, and shot, and shot.

"Stop it Al! You're gonna run out of ammo!" Jimmy laughed and warned me every time I went to his house and played.

I shot at the Jimmy-shaped "monster", dragging itself up the stairs with a scream. The "monster" tumbled down the stairs, but started coming back up again like nothing happened.

"Remember, they hate sharp things and fire,"

For some weird reason, Gramp Houston's words starts buzzing in my head.

I gathered all the wit I had, and jumped down to the first floor. The "monster" let out an angry screech, and slowly started to come after me again.

I ran into the kitchen. I grabbed the knife which mom took careful care of everyday, and threw it at the "monster".

This decision was definitely lucky, she said.

The knife sank deeply into its chest, and with a bone-chilling screech, it exploded.

Oh yeah, you didn't misread it. It exploded.

I guess I should've taken more distance. There's still a clear burn mark on my right arm.

I grabbed the whole knife stand with my throbbing arm, and held it in front of me.

"Wow…wonder what'll happen if mom saw me like this,"

This time I took more distance, (I'm still surprised that my brain worked this well under those circumstances) and threw the knife at the mom-shaped "monster".

With a scream and bloodshed, the "monster" disappeared.

"God, if dad saw me throwing a knife at mom, he'd probably strangle me,"

The knife I threw at the dad-shaped "monster" hit right in the stomach.

The wallpaper mom treasured was stained red.

I ran out to the garden. A bunch of "monsters" came into the house through the open door.

The world started to spin. The smell of meat burning, the harsh sound of flames crackling, the "monsters" dragging themselves towards me, the blood, the blood...


And all of a sudden, she appeared. With the gunshot.

She said that our encounter was just some accident. But Odin didn't say so.

He said.

He said that the encounter wasn't some "accident".

That the encounter was definitely a "necessary" ""Fate".


A/N: Whew….I'm worn out. I must be horrible at writing horror :P

Well I hope I won't get bored and keep on writing more chapters….

Hope you enjoyed