The Village of Dead Souls: A Zombie Novel Read Online Free PDF

have learned to be patient and observe what happens around me. When we return to our building of solitude, you will gather with others to learn more about this world and our purpose here." He turned to look at the young woman. "My name is Prometheus and I hail from Athens ."
    "T'is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Prometheus. I am Candice Billington of the Cardiff Billingtons."
    As they approached a street corner, the loud screech of tires followed by a thud startled them. Turning toward the sound, he saw one of his fellow living dead lying underneath the bumper of a car. As the accident victim crawled out from under the vehicle and brushed off the dirt, the driver exited and screamed at him in his un-discernible language making very animated and large hand gestures to accent his speech. While this one-way argument continued, more tire shrieks and a bang. Several members of the zombie horde had walked in front of oncoming traffic forcing a car to veer into a street light pole knocking it down. The exposed power lines sent colored sparks bouncing across the concrete sidewalk, onto the grass. With interest in the bright sparks, one of the ancient souls picked up a live wire. The powerful current sent the dead man into convulsions. His hand clenched tight around the line as his body lurched on the ground. Another zombie grabbed his hand in an attempt to assist. The connection sent electricity into the second man causing him shake uncontrollably. More of the ancient souls walked toward the men with the intention of helping the burn victims . The college student in the elderly body raised his hands and said, "Dudes, stop! You're going to get electrocuted."
    With curious expressions, the other zombies halted. An undead man with a beer gut and an ill-fitting dirty t-shirt asked. "What kind of witchcraft has taken control of these men? They have fallen under the spell of a powerful sorcerer ."
    The crowd of humans, dressed as zombies, gathered around the two men still connected to the live wire and let out screams as the two living dead burst into flames. The college student glanced at the humans and back at his fellow dead. "Wow, you ancient guys don't know what electricity is or how cars and traffic work do you? I think we need to get you more training before you can come out in public again."
    Two of the human men took off their shirts and tried to beat out the fire on the charred bodies still connected to the live electrical line while others dumped their beers on the flames. Other living people threw their plastic cups at the zombies and yelled angry untranslatable words at them. Vic stepped up to the group of undead and explained, "We need to get away from this scene. The police are here and this is going to get out of control real fast. Let's get back to the warehouse as quickly as our dead legs will take us."
    Prometheus saw the flames die out on the two charred bodies, as the humans covered them with blankets. More vehicles arrived with multicolored bright flashing lights. He turned to walk with his horde when a man in a dark uniform and silver badge on his chest, grabbed his arm, stopped him, and spoke in a loud voice. The human's words remained insensible , but something unexpected happened. An urge he never felt before took charge of the newly arrived zombie. A feeling he couldn't control just as the instinct to run from a lion would take command of your body, this drove his actions. He grabbed the officer’s hand and gouged a bite out of the man's forearm.
    The human with the silver badge fell to the ground holding his bleeding wound. There was no need to translate the strange language, as this man screamed out in pain. Vic grabbed Prometheus and said, "Hey Socrates, we need to get you out here. This whole scene just went viral." He pointed to a human holding a small video camera pointed at them.
    Prometheus, with fresh blood around his mouth dripping down on his chest, had no idea what the video device did. The feeling of