"I never really liked him anyways."
He stood silently as he listened to their remarks, disconnected from the rest of the crowd that were having the times of their lives.
"That little sh*t was always a pain, heh, I wonder how he'd react if he was next to us right now..."
Asher had always felt their hateful gazes and remarks that shot at him as his back was turned, although he didn't know why. He wasn't particularly small, but he wasn't outstandinlgly tall either. He was just average, yet they disliked him for some reason. Was it his poor background? Or something else? He was used to it by now.
This. This was something new however. They had never been this bold in insulting him before. Did they not see him standing next to him?
"Heh, doesn't matter, he's dead anyways, let's not think about it anymore. Let's go join the party!"
His eyes constricted. 'My... death?' Yanking out his phone, he quickly swiped through the news to check something. There it was. 'High School Student Passes Away After Tragic Car Accident'. He opened the article.
'16 year old Asher Maelstrom was killed in a tragic car...'
Suddenly, someone bumped into him, knocking his phone out of his hand, and into the crowd.
"Sorry man, I didn't see you there!"
A large, stocky teen quickly picked it up and handed it to him whilst apologizing, before walking into the crowd of partygoers.
Asher smirked. It was shocking how quickly someone could fail to recognize someone once their mind was occupied with something else.
He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. What now? Perhaps he could go travelling, now that he didn't have the restrictions of a student. He had quite accumulated quite a bit of money from his inheritance when his parents died, as well as the pay from working frequently. Or maybe he could just chill somewhere, eat out, and have some fun for a few days before making any drastic decisions.
As he pondered to himself, screams suddenly erupted from the crowd at the centre of the party...
It all happened so quickly. The terrified screams, the snarls, and the vivid colours of the blinding party lights that revealed flowers of red which spewed amidst the room. With bursts of dazzling light illuminating his surroundings, Asher tried to make his way out of the tightly packed room.
A raspy snarl tore through the sound of panic. Asher whipped his head backwards, his eyes meeting the crazed eyes of a haggard figure sprinting towards him in a erractic manner. He stumbled backwards as it dove towards him, the smell of fresh blood wafting into his nose.
Asher scrambled sideways. Something heavy smashed into him, collapsing him to the ground, as a pair of icy hands gripped the sides of his body. A jaw clamped down on his throat, seizing the little air that he had left, as he threw weightless punches in a blind panic. The jaw of the creature pulled away, as a burst of pain exploded in his throat. Crimson blossoms burst out and collected under Asher's body.
A final thought flashed across as he watched the rising tide of panicstruken partygoers and fiends.
"Are... those.. zombies?".
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