AgentZero
Through that door, is a seperate reality.
Hey everyone. So as I eagerly wait for my editor to go through my Zombie Novel, I've started on my short story to self publish before this goes through. (It's good to have at least something to show to a publishing company before you try to put in something big.)
Anyway, here is a very short intro to the story, that I would appreciate some opinions on.
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
As I write this I can feel my hand trembling. The anxiety that I've been running from for so long has finally caught up with me. This may, very well . . . be my last entry.
I find myself alone in this house. The guys . . . They're all dead. Finally it's my turn . . . And there is no chance of rescue. I'm condemned. And I'm sorry.
If anyone should find this note, please, read it. You have too know the truth . . . Before He tells you.
My name is Pete Wilson. I awoke in chains in an abandoned house. The house is old. 19th century maybe? In any case, it obviously hasn't been restored in a long a time. When I woke, there were two other guys beside me, Brian and Sam.
The first thing I saw when I glanced up was a tall man. He wore dirty clothes. Gloves, Boots, the whole shot. But most importantly, the gas mask. It gives me the creeps. My point is however, is that if you're seeing the same guy, which I'm willing to bet you are, you can't see his skin. None at all. There's a reason, but I'll get to that. I'll reveal all at the end, because if I told you know you wouldn't believe me.
Now you know a little bit and I don't want to bore you, as this information in this pad of paper is vital. So now, I will cut to the chase. This is my story, along with Sam's and Brian's . . . Unfortunately it's already too late for them . . .
Anyway, here is a very short intro to the story, that I would appreciate some opinions on.
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
As I write this I can feel my hand trembling. The anxiety that I've been running from for so long has finally caught up with me. This may, very well . . . be my last entry.
I find myself alone in this house. The guys . . . They're all dead. Finally it's my turn . . . And there is no chance of rescue. I'm condemned. And I'm sorry.
If anyone should find this note, please, read it. You have too know the truth . . . Before He tells you.
My name is Pete Wilson. I awoke in chains in an abandoned house. The house is old. 19th century maybe? In any case, it obviously hasn't been restored in a long a time. When I woke, there were two other guys beside me, Brian and Sam.
The first thing I saw when I glanced up was a tall man. He wore dirty clothes. Gloves, Boots, the whole shot. But most importantly, the gas mask. It gives me the creeps. My point is however, is that if you're seeing the same guy, which I'm willing to bet you are, you can't see his skin. None at all. There's a reason, but I'll get to that. I'll reveal all at the end, because if I told you know you wouldn't believe me.
Now you know a little bit and I don't want to bore you, as this information in this pad of paper is vital. So now, I will cut to the chase. This is my story, along with Sam's and Brian's . . . Unfortunately it's already too late for them . . .
