THE BOY GOES NEXT

*Soul city*

Eight's head was ringing like a cymbal even as he squinted his eyes open, the last thing he remembered was shooting Savannah and he had felt a smashing pain on his head afterwards.

The ringing in his head intensified and he cursed inwardly, while he was celebrating his tiny victory, he had forgotten one of the most important rules of the undead and it was to always be at alert.

He peered his eyes open and he was surprised to see a delicate young lady staring down at him, her eyes were as pure as diamonds and she looked so innocent and pure, like a little elf, she was dressed in pure white robes and a tiny purple flower was engraved on the chest.

" It took you so long to wake up"

The girl hissed.

Eight tried to sit up but to his dismay, his hands had been handcuffed to his back.

" Who are you? Where am I ?"

The girl rolled her eyes

" I should be the one asking you that question but if you must know, I'm called Denisa and I brought you here"

Eight blinked in surprise, this