KAYLA THE ZOMBIE KILLER
I walk into the room its dark, Really Dark! I know right away 'I'm going to HATE IT HERE'. Oh by the way my name is Kayla. Kayla Marie Dunkett, Kay for short, and I am a Gladiator, haha just kidding but I am an out-fielder. I hope you know what that means but in case you don't, it means that I fight zombies. Seriously, like real zombies, not like the ones you watch in movies or read about in books. IT'S THE REAL DEAL! My mom and dad hate it, well at least they would if they were still alive. Oh you don't have to feel bad I kind of like it, I mean I miss them and all but I'm used to it! Anyway after killing a certain number of zombies you have to undergo a certain amount of Mental- Therapy (M.T.). It supposedly helps you get over the "people" you killed. I personally think its B.S., I mean the person part of the body is dead, all that's left is some kind of idiot who can only say BRAAAAAIIINNSS! I mean that's what you call obsessive! So I have killed close to a million zombies therefor 2 FULL MONTHS OF M.T.! UGH! Getting back to the here and the now I fumble through the dark and somehow find a seat. I sit down as a super buff man turns on the lights. I realize that I am NOT alone. There is a very talented man named Derek Maximus(IDIOT!) sitting next to me. On the right side is an old lady with a murderous look on her face she is carrying one of those Grim reaper swords (scythe I think) she has a dried greenish brown liquid on her calico printed dress and on her scythe. 'Great, I'm surrounded by freaks'! I probably shouldn't be talking considering I am wearing combat boots, black fish net tights, mini jean shorts, a navy blue tank top, a mini jean jacket, and a purple beany. The buff man starts talking in a slow low voice." I-am- your- mental- therapy- instructor". A strong voice comes from behind me making me jump out of my skin. "Were not deaf ya know". He leans toward me and wispers in my ear;" He would be a great kindergarden teacher, don't you think?" I couldn't help but giggle from the smirk on his face. "ANYWAY… you will each be staying in co-ed dorms. I am about to pass out paper please write your name on it. He passes out paper and hands one pen to the old lady," pass it once you're done." Once the pen comes to me I write my name on the card and pass the pen to the next person. I fold my card as the man collects them. He places the cards in two bowls, one for girls and one for boys. He draws one from each bowl, the same as last year. "Ann and Derek", the man calls out. The grandma stands up and charges at him with the intent to kill. "THAT'S MISS ANN TO YOU, SONNY!" "Yes, yes" the man says and nods he dodges his attack quite easily and lifts her up on his shoulder like a wounded soldier. Well, that escalated quickly! The man walks out of the room carrying granny big axe Ann and all. He comes back about a minute later and calls for Derek.
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