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I am writing this book and I wanted to show you what I am writing.  Your feedback is welcomed!:)
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Jazz music hummed softly into my ringing ears and my mouth twitched a little.  My sore nose inhaled a decaying smell and my right cheek started to feel pain as it was against something hard. My painful eyelids tried to lift up, but it gave up quickly and the jazz music started to get louder. 

My right cheek started to hurt more and I groaned inward as the pain moved up to my head.  The jazz music got interpreted by a harsh thumping sound.  The harsh thumping banged inside of my ringing ears and I tried to block out.  It kept getting louder and louder.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

I slowly squeezed my eyelids and I felt a hot liquid roll down my left cheek slowly.  The jazz music was getting lower and lower.  My fingers twitched as my body began to have life again and my ears stopped ringing.  My lips played a smile as my ears stopped ringing and all of sudden, I didn’t hear the jazz music anymore.  The thumping noise was gone too and I forced my eyelids to try and open again.  My sore eyelids slowly began to open and my vision was blurry as the eyelids were out of the way of my eyes. 

In the blurriness, I saw a fuzzy outline of a pair of shoes near my head.  I blinked slowly to try and clear up my poor vision, but it didn’t worked.  My dried lips opened a little and I took a shaky breath out. 

The fuzzy outline of the shoes stepped back a little and a clanking sound rang out in the awkward silence.  I closed my eyelids slowly and squeezed them tightly as I felt my hands curl with life.  I opened my eyes quickly and my vision became crystal clear again.  My eyes locked with the shoes again and I watched them intently.

The fading white shoes had mud stains on it and there was some black spots on them as well.  My eyes traveled up and they found legs connecting the shoes.  The light blue pants had holes in them and red spots on them too. 

“Oi! We got a live one here, mates!”  A raspy male voice rang in the air.

The pressure and pain in my head shot through my beating body.  My teeth clenched and my ears went back to ringing.  My vision began to fade again and I heard the raspy male voice yelling something.  My eyelids were fighting to fall asleep again as I felt my hands starting to uncurl to surrender to sleep. 

My lips quivered as I struggled to find my voice and my eyelids were starting to fall slowly.  Through my fuzzy vision, I saw the shoes coming closer to me again and I gasped out to find my voice.  Through the ringing of my ears, I heard the male voice asking if I knew where I was for some odd reason.  I groaned as I found my voice as my eyelids were closing fast.

“Butchville.”  I answered the raspy male voice as I let my eyelids fall again and take me away to darkness for a second time.

 

 

“Where did you find her?”

“I found her in the one of the college dorm rooms in the Butchville College.”

“The college dorms have been overrun by the nut jobs!  How did she survive?!”

“I don’t know Miranda!  I don’t know, so stop yelling at me!”

My eyelids slowly rose up as I heard people yelling at each other in my beating ears.  My vision was clear and I was staring at a ceiling fan.  The brown fan went around and around dangerously fast.  The fan shook violently as it went around and the light on the fan was fading fast.  My chapped lips parted and my dried throat ached for some refreshing water. 

My aching body was resting on something soft and my back felt like it was laying on a cloud.  My right cheek was throbbing a little from laying on that cold hard surface somewhere and my fingers were clasped together in front of me.  My sore head turned to the right a little and through the dimming fan light, I saw a man and woman arguing.

The man’s green eyes were wide and his short black hair was damp. His pale face had beads of sweat dripping down his red cheeks and his skinny small nose had dried blood around the edges. The man’s mouth had a scar going from his upper lip to the left corner of his bottom lip and he had some teeth missing as he opened up his mouth to argue again. His skinny arms were crossed and his green tee-shirt was drenched with sweat.  His light blue jeans had holes and red spots on it.  My eyes traveled down to his shoes and he had white shoes. His fading white shoes had mud stains on them and black dots on them.

My tired brain started to slowly think back to where I saw those filthy white shoes and light blue jeans.  While my brain was working, my eyes scanned the lady.  The woman’s big brown eyes were narrowed as she looked at the widened eye man.  Her long straight blonde hair was covering her boney exposed shoulders and she had some dried blood on her left cheek.  Her mouth was curved down and her clean boney hands were clasping her boney hips.  Her rips showed through her blue tank top and there was a small hole in her tank top.  Her black jeans had blood spots on it and mud stains on them.  Her fading black hiking boots had mud stains on them and they had water stains on them as well.

A light bulb went off in my brain as I remembered where I saw those shoes and I bit my bottom lip hard.  I could taste blood in my mouth and I used my abs to pull my body into sitting position.  My eye scanned the room I was in and I didn’t like where I was at.  I looked down at what my aching body was laying on and I didn’t like it.  The bed had yellow stains on it and was laying on the dirty ground.  The damp ceiling was leaking water and dripping down on the bare ground.  There was a damp cardboard door next to the gentleman and two old looking pistols were laying at the feet of the two strangers. 

The walls were made from old metal sheets with rust stains and splattered red spots.  The whole place looked like half of a small apartment.  There was no windows and my nose cringed as I smelled in a strong flower smell in this damp room. My fingers touched my damp white shirt and I narrowed my eyes as I saw a big red spot on the side of my soaked white shirt.  My fading black jeans had long holes in them and mud stains in them.  My brown boots with small heels had red spots on them and mud stains.  The heels had worn down for some odd reason and I couldn’t understand why. 

That wasn’t important and I looked back the arguing strangers.  I let go of my bottom lip and I gulped.  I gathered my courage as I found my voice and I took a deep breath in. 

“Your shoes were the last thing I remember, before passing out again.”  I spoke out with a raspy voice to stop the bickering strangers.

They both turned to me with wide eyes and their faces pale as a clean white sheet.  They looked like they have seen a ghost and I kept looking at them with a confused look.

The woman licked her lips and took a small toward me. “Who’s shoes?”  She said with a quiet small voice.

“The man’s shoes.  He sounded worried and afraid.”

The man narrowed his green eyes.  “What were you doing on the floor in one of the college dorms in Butchville?”

“What dorm room?”  I asked confused.

“He found you lying in a pool of blood on the floor in a college dorm room.  The college room is off limits and has been overrun by psycho paths since last year!”  The woman said with excitement in her voice.

“What? I…don’t-what…”

“Miss?”  The man said to stop my rumbling.

My heart started to beat rapidly and my eyes eyed the red spot on my shirt.  My hands grasped the red spot and started twisting the fabric.  I felt beads of sweat running forming on my forehead and my breathing became rapid.  My eyes went wide and I shook my head with non-belief.

“Miss?  Are you alright?”  The man said quietly like he was talking to an injured animal.

My eyes quickly turned to him and my chest raised and fell with my breathing.  Sweat came on my fingertips and tears welded on the corner of my bewildered eyes.

“No…I am not alright.”  I said with my voice crackling.

“Do you know how did you get in that room?  How did you come to this small city?  What is your name?”  The woman said quickly and fearful.

My name?  Name. Name.  Name?  My brain ached as I tried to pull memories out, but I couldn’t find any memories.  I don’t even know my name.  Name? Name. Name!  I had no name!  I had none! Nothing.  Nothing.  I don’t even have an identity.  Identity.

“I-can’t…I can’t…remember anything.”  I said fearful and with sadness.

“Not even a name?”

“I can’t remember my bloody name!  I don’t what college dorm room you are talking about!  I don’t even know what these ‘nut jobs’ you are talking about either.  All I know is where I am at and I don’t even know you two!  Lady, I don’t know who I am!”   

My lungs cringed and I took a deep breath out to keep breathing.  The man and the lady took a step back with fear beaming out of their eyes.  My hands released my shirt and my arms hugged my legs tightly.  Hot liquid poured from my eyes and went down my cheeks quickly. 

“Okay, let’s not panic here, okay?  This is a bad situation, but we can make it a little better.”  The man said calmly.

“How, Garret?”  The lady asked the man.

“We don’t tell the others about this and we keep it between us three.  It will be our secret, but our own mystery to find out.  We cover our tracks and make a false story, while we find the truth of what really happened to you, young miss. This a chance we need to take.”  The man named Garret said in a whisper like someone was going to over hear us.

“How do we keep this a secret, huh?”

“Miranda, no one saw us take her into this shack and it will be easy.  We say that we found her wounded near Tenth Avenue on the street.  We took her in and did the tests to make sure she wasn’t a nut job.”  He said with his fists clenched to the woman named Miranda.

“What are you talking about?”  I asked them to explain the plan to me.

Miranda took a deep breath in and let out slowly.  She crossed her boney arms and her brown eyes locked onto mine sharply.

“Butchville is not a city, it is an insane asylum.  It is a city that turned innocent people into psycho paths and the city fought to control this curse or diseases.  Yes, you heard me right!  It started a year ago with an innocent person turning slowly into a killer.  He was the nicest person in the city and then next thing we knew, he killed the mayor in cold blood.”

“Why?”

“We don’t know and then more crazy things came into view.  More people emerged as they started to kill innocent people in terrible ways.  Terrible ways like trying to make a man into a woman or slowly killing them by ripping the person apart slowly.  There were other bizarre kills and I don’t want to talk about it.  These people just turned crazy like if they were turning into a zombie.  I was the chief of police and I rescued all the innocent people as I could.  Garret helped me out as much as I could, but we had to check the innocent people.”

“Check?”  I asked confused.

“There are symptoms that these people had like shaky hands, sudden talk about an annoying habit that a person had that they wanted to stop, blood shot eyes, hearing things, crazy laughter, or other crazy things.”

“I watched a child kill his own mother, because he couldn’t have pizza for dinner.  He said it was coming to her and the kid was only ten years old.”  Garret said softly. 

“So, we had to hold part of the city as much as we could, but we lost a lot of it last year from the psycho paths.  Like the college that you were in and it was a big surprise to find someone like you in there.  We had to make a community away from the nut jobs and we had to kill these psycho paths to save the innocent.”  Miranda said sadly as a tear trailed down her cheek.

“We had to build a wall to shield us from the psycho paths overrunning the city.  Sometimes we have to adventure out of the wall to get supplies and we lost a lot of people to becoming a psycho or being killed by one.  Our group has gotten smaller and our community is fearful for their future and how this happening to us.”  Garret said.

“I don’t get it.” 

“What don’t you get, miss?”  Garret asked me.

“How did they suddenly turned into a ‘nut job’?”

“We actually caught one of the psycho paths and gave him to a doctor.  The doctor had no idea, but he said that his blood was black though like he ate or drank something.  The doctor said that his tongue was a darker red and his eyes were all bloodshot.  The doctor did find a small hole in the back of the nut job’s neck.  So, we think someone turned these people into nut jobs.”  Miranda said with pure venom.

“Oh. This seems unreal.”

“That is what a lot of people said at first as we tried to warn people that something bigger is happening. You will learn more about our struggle, once you step out of this shack.  Now, that we know the fake story, we must think of a name.” Garret said.

Miranda narrowed her eyes and then her brown eyes widen.  Her lips played a happy smile and she laughed a little.

“Her name could be Gabriella or Gabby for short and she could be twenty years old, because she looks twenty.”  Miranda said with her eyes beaming in pride.

“Alright!  So, Gabby, are you ready to step out of this shack and go get cleaned up to see the city and find the truth?”  Garret asked me as he looked into my confused eyes.

Am I ready to see what kind of city am I in?  Am I ready to find out the truth?  Miranda’s hands were shaking and her bottom lip was quivering as she picked up her pistol on the ground.  Garret lips twitched as he tried to smile at me and his fingers were tapping each other nervously.  I felt a cold chill go down my back and I took a shaky breathe in.  I shook my beating head slowly as I tried to sallow all that I have been told. 

“Yes.”  I answered.