Chapter 1
The Interaction
The Undertaker's POV
As I walked down the long corridor to the front of my shop I noticed rain drops lightly hitting the ceiling. It seems like little feet were running back and forth on the roof I thought. I peacefully walked to the door, got my umbrella and left. I walk the streets of England skipping in the puddles and humming "London Bridge". I get to my apartment and go inside, strip off all my clothes down to my boxers and socks, hops on the couch and read a magazine. I start to dose away then suddenly there was a pounding on the door. "Hmm who could be visiting at this hour?" I get up and go open the door, and there he was, his pale body looked similar to the deceased. Yet you could see the warmth in his gestures. His clothes falling off of his body so effortlessly. Then he spoke with a sweet passionate voice like a mocking bird singing in a tree. "Hello sir i was being chased by these mad men and" I cut him off "Welcome to the morgue" I grinned and gestured him to come inside.