(( Zombies, My pick: Halloween, Already dead/a ghost ))


"Jason..."

Someone was calling him. Who was it? What was going on, where was he?
"Jason~" A deep, sing song voice called his name. Groaning, he opened his eyes. He felt odd for some reason. Something wasn't...right. He was sitting down, he knew that much, leaning against something.

His vision came into focus. It was nighttime, a little chilly. A fog had rolled in and obscured the layout of the land, but he could see the rows of stone dotted nearby. Hey, those looked like...

....Tombstones?

"Why hello there Jason. I see you have awakened." A sly chuckle. Jason looked towards the voice, coming from a figure right next to him, sitting atop a tombstone with one leg crossed. He was a striking figure with bright red eyes, a fanged mouth smiling at him, jet black wings folded loosely upon his back and two large horns upon his head pointing skyward.

He jumped to his feet, clearly intimidated. "W-who are you?" When the smirk faded to a slight frown he gulped. Clearly he had said something he didn't like.

"I suppose you wouldn't remember me." He spoke, waving a hand to indicate to himself. "I am Zanthvos."

"Zanthvos..." Jason frowned. Was he supposed to know this strange winged man? He went to brush a hand through his head when he noticed something. His skin was awfully pale. Almost see-through.

Actually, upon a second glance, he lifted his hand up and realized he could see right through it.

"I'm afraid to say, that you have come down with a sudden case of dead."
Jason screamed. And screamed a bit more until he felt something smack the back of his head. It was a bone.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Came a annoyed voice, a rotten face appearing in the gloom. "We're having our monthly zombie scout meeting over here!"

"...S-sorry!" He squeaked, covering his mouth to keep from screaming even more. Zanth just snickered quietly.

"Hey, isn't that a ghost?" Another voice popped up. "Make him attend the meeting too. He can be a new member!"

"W-wait-" Jason tried to object, before the ground beneath him shook. Two rotten hands grasped his boots, pulling him under the ground. Before he could scream he was smothered in blackness.

When he next awoke, he was sitting in a chair underground, listening to a zombie with a missing arm talk about being welcoming to the dead and other strange things, such as the current problem of locating missing parts.

He sat there paralyzed with fear. Zanthvos, for his part, had joined in too, and was chuckling lightly. He would make sure Jason wouldn't get into...too much trouble in halloween. Right now he rubbed Jason's soft hair and tried to assure him everything was fine and they could make a break for it in about ten minutes.