Rebirth

They say when you die it's the end, but that was a law that humans made, not a law that nature made...

I remember a boy. A little boy, with blond hair and green eyes. He was about three years old, and very cute. Was he holding something? Yes, he was holding something, I'm sure. But what? Man, it was hard to think in here. On that thought, where is here. It's dark, really dark. I can't see a thing. I wonder if I can talk. Hello! Did I talk? Where am I?

Ah, a tunnel. At least, I think it's a tunnel. Am I moving? Where am I going? Am I going? Where am I? How come I only have questions but no answers? It's no fun without answers. But with answers there is no longer a question to ponder about. Is that a light at the end? It's like a fuzzy yellow light. I wonder what’s there. Is the cute little boy there? He was so cute. The light thing is getting bigger. Where am I going?

Ouch. Now where am I? It's dusty, I can't breath, not that I really want to. Hey, I can remember something! The boy was holding a round orange thing. A...basket...bell? No. Bob, boo, bone, none of those sound right. Bah, bay, bat, ball. Ball! Basketball, those bouncy things. Why was he holding that in the middle of the road? Hmmm, this is odd. How come I can see him so clearly but nothing else? Wait, my eyes are closed. Eyes, those feel so wired.

I opened my eyes and looked around. There wasn't much to see because it was so dark. I tried moving my stiff arms, remembering how to move around. I was squeezed between two walls, and the ceiling was low. Huh, why was that? I tried to remember how I got here, and where I was but everything was so fuzzy. All I can remember is a boy and a...car. A car, that was important. Why was the car important? It was hard to remember stuff in a place so dark. How do I get out of here. I pushed on the walls, making them creak and bend, a bunch of dirt came in. Dirt? Was I in the ground? Why was I here? I couldn’t be in here, I had to get out. I pushed on the roof, forcing it out. A bunch of dirt came to meet me. I would have held my breath, but I realized I wasn't breathing. That was odd. I started digging upward. That was odd, too. My stiff arms didn't complain about the work, they just worked like I told them to.

Ah, light! Too bright really, was it always so bright?  I crawled out of the tunnel I made, I was covered in dirt. I looked around, there were a bunch of stones in he ground. Wait, I know what they are, what were they called? Graves. Graves where the dead laid! But I wasn't dead! I took a breath, noting that it didn't do anything. The car, I remember the tires. They were speeding towards me. I was flying then above the car, and then falling. Did I get hurt? I stared at my grave and looked at the dates. What day is it? I walked out of the graveyard to find out. I had to go home. Where was home? Ah, I remember.

I ran home, going faster then I ever had, so I got there in about a hour. I needed a shower, and what better place to get one then at home. I opened the door and heard someone talking; I think I heard them mumble, “Our poor Amy. She risked her life to save that boy, but why…?” They sounded sad. Who was it? Mom.. "Mom, what's going on?"   I walked, entering the living room. She was crying with my brother and dad. Why was everyone so sad? They stared at me, shocked. Mom screamed and fainted, my little brother pointed and screamed, and dad ran to get the gun. "What-?" I was going to ask when dad fired the gun at me. It didn't hurt, but I was scared. Why would he do that to me? "Dad! What is your problem?" I screamed at him. Hungry. I was very hungry. Dad looked yummy. "Monster!" He screamed. The words were mean, and uncalled for. I screeched, and launched myself at him, some strange feeling washed over me. Like something that you always know when you’re born. Instinct. I growled and tore at his flesh, blood spilled onto the carpet, and chunks of meat flew through the air. My brother ran out of the house, my mom was still faint. A half hour later, there was nothing of dad but an eaten body. I was full. I stared at him. What have I done? I know I should feel sad and ashamed but I didn't. I felt good, pleased like a lion after a kill. I left, feeling lonely.

I wondered around the state, eating mainly animals, I didn’t want people to find and catch me, but I managed to snag a few people. I ended up in a graveyard. I just ate a two deer, feeling full and pleased. A graveyard, why should I be here? Were there others like me? Dead like me? I knew I was dead, why else would they burry me, but I still can't remember. Maybe I was better off not remembering. "Hello." I shouted. I waited. An hour later, nothing happened. "Anyone here who is newly dead? Come on, being dead can be fun. Your stronger and faster, and get to eat the people you hate." It sounded good to me. I walked around the graveyard, when in of the graves started moving. Someone was coming out of their grave! It took a while for him to get out, but in the end a twenty year old looking male pushed himself out of the hole. "Hello!" I said, pleased to find another one of my kind. The man looked startled, scared even. "Who are you?" His words were slurred, he must not know how to talk right yet. "Were am I?" "A graveyard." I answered. I helped him up, and motioned to the exit of the graveyard. "Why am I here?" He asked walking with me. "You’re like me. Dead!" I giggled. He looked at me with a disgusted look. I explained it to him, and let him hunt on the person who murdered him. I ate the murders friends. 

We traveled across the country until we got to a strange looking cave.  It had a door and few windows. We knocked and a pale person came to greet us. She had one eyeball and looked like she was dead for a while. "Ah, more dead ones. Please, come in come in." We went inside and asked about this place. "This is the undead club. We are planning to take over the world. I know it sounds corny but we have taken over a few small towns already. We are the ones who didn’t ask to be dead and yet we are. Since the living hate us, we will show them we don't care what they think. We are gathering many undead, but it's hard. Many people choose the easy way, and just die." she explained. There were many undead here. This was cool. We told our stories of how we died, and the others told theirs. It was like one big happy family. 

I stayed with the group, eating people and help prepare invasions. I learned about the undead, the zombies, and everything we can do. We have to stay a secret now, but soon the world will be ours. Weapons have to be made, and shields and soldiers were needed if we hoped of doing so. I became a teacher for the newly dead, and helped them understand their powers. I also enrolled to help raid towns. Soon, the undead time will come, and we will take what is rightfully ours. You just wait.

End

Author's Note

I spell cheeked this, and had it grammar cheeked. It should be good now.

Reviews

[Shellie]

You should seriously use a dictionary and look up some words the bad spelling ruins it.
Its good, its not long winded but i feel you mean by the undead club that didnt ask to die that the 'coven' is all murder victims. Isnt a coven a witch's club. so that doesnt make sense. and if your not happy being dead because you were murdered then why did you 'kill'your dad did he murder you? plus your part of a club that isnt happy at being dead, so why murder others that are innocent? that is if they are innocent. thats not clear if the people you are eating are criminals or bad people. other than that it was good.