The Tragic approach of Zaí

by BarfireBanshee177

A girl, just barely 13, is fleeing a war. But she is not any ordinary girl. She's a zombie, and her father sent her away, so she wouldn't have to suffer the same fate that her siblings have faced. The witches are terrible things, that should never be delt with. Zaí, is trying to live with the memory of her best friend turn before her, the one who took her eye and heart (literally).

1. Chapter 1

I was going through a tough time. Being the middle child, parents being divorced, and to top it off, our species was going through a war between zombies and witches. But we weren't your classy slow mo, decaying body zombies. We are hollowed out souls with a trail of blood that seemed to never run. Well we walked and talked like humans, we just don't look like humans. And they weren't your ordinary witches with the pointy hats and broomsticks. They're murderess things that kill anything that isn't human. My dad, head of Lake of Zombies, managed to drive them off to a different universe. But, there was a rip in the two universes, so now we are on the run for our lives and the elder are trying to protect the next generation of zombies. One witch managed to get to our family and kill my younger brother Zola, and my older sister, Zoë. So now I was a only child. My mom decided it would be best if I didn't stay in Lake of Zombies, for fear of the same might go with me.

"But mom, please, don't make me go. I can fight off the witches." I sobbed as I was forced onto the zombie section of the train.

"I'm sorry Zai, but your sister was going to be the next ARM in the family, but if she couldn't take on the witches. What would make you think you could." my mom said.

"Huh, I understand mom, I'll miss you." I said, Me and my mom hugged for a while until my dad had to pry my mom off of me.

"Ok, we informed the family in the village you will be staying in, they should expect your arrival." said ,y father. I got on the zombie section of the train.

The train has different sections for any species to make them feel at home. The zombie section was really damp and the air was moist. The tables are covered in mold, which was ok since I lost my nose when I was 2. The curtains were ripped and moldy, but still good enough to keep the sunlight out. The walls were chipping of its paint, and the floor was tarring of its carpet . And there is blood on the floor from previous zombies.

I gave my last good byes as the train horn alerted everyone on board. Then the train started off, and the sound of the train conductor's voice rang throughout the train.

"First stop; Gloomsville"