It's 8:53 on a chilly Saturday night in November.
"When those truly in charge known as the “Higher-Ups” first received a call from a particular bio-weapons corporation that gossiped on fusing a man-eating virus with a prototype embryo the interests spiked. Having been known as successors to legendary hitmen, the "Higher-Ups” dwelled on how they could turn an army of mystic warriors and rapid evolving creatures into bio-weapon militias. Testing out their theories those truly in charge bare witnessed to this formula of evolution through the underground facility security cameras.”
Have you ever filled a hollow bone with peanut butter and given it to a dog? A dog would show no restraint towards a treat like that. However, if you fill the same hollow bone with some tuna, a cat will take caution before enjoying this treat, at least in my world. The world of the undead!
The house seemed to pulse as the five of us made our way down the never-ending hallway. The crystal doorknobs would throb, as if alive with a heartbeat, when we dared to grip the cool glass. With curiosity burning in the back of our skulls, we failed at every door, every chest, and every enclosed space to find any clue as to why this mysterious mansion was so quickly abandoned. My team and I have debunked every ghost story in the Midwest. We all agreed that after we blow the candles out at the Hansen’s Manner, we would pack up our heat detectors, video cameras, and motion sensors. For good. This last case was going to pay for all our unfortunate circumstances. Medical bills and school loans were going to be a thing of the past when we cleaned out the Hansen’s skeletons.
Joey held his mother’s hand, even though she didn’t move. She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t make a sound except for the hiss of the machine that helped her breathe. He knew his time with her was almost over for the night, because his daddy didn’t want him to be scared. He didn’t know that Joey was always scared when he came to the hospital to see his mother. He was scared of the machines that beeped and blinked, and he was scared of the mean looking nurses who tried to be friendly but never smiled. He was scared every time he walked into his mother’s room and saw her lying on the bed with a tube sticking out of her mouth and her eyes taped shut. He knew it was his mother, and he knew it was the person who used to read him stories before bedtime and push him on the swings and fix peanut butter and banana sandwiches for him. But sometimes it didn’t seem like her. The person on the bed just seemed like a stranger he’d never known before.
“The underground facility could not withstand the incident at hand, for the display of physicality was only a test of strengths. The higher-ups in charge wanted to absolutely dissect the losing combatant among the two. Collecting the specimens from an underground facility, the higher-ups are faced with the challenge of recreating what is now known as the “Manhunt Purge.” Now that the magical sword was in Mr. Wick's possession, the force behind the weapon made evil aware of its presence. The ideal approach to stopping those responsible for the outbreak had begun to formulate for the skilled assassin. However, before the outbreak could end, the combat of the world's deadliest fighters dating back to 1494 would allow full closure to the testing the higher-ups projected to create again.“
I woke violently as there was a loud knock. It echoed inside my head as I woke up almost into reality in slow motion. I was sweating, and my body was shaking a bit. The funny thing about my abrupt waking was that I did not remember any nightmares.