PROLOGUE to book 1 (not yet titled)

This place is so familiar, like I've been here before. Yet I'm dreaming and I don't think I've been to a place like this in the real world. So, where am I? Me, my mother, father and sister are all in an old three story house. We happen to be in the kitchen, the walls are yellow and the cabinets are white. It's kind of in an L-shape with a door leading to the backyard on the north side. We had walked in from the brown carpeted dining room, which happened to be on the south side of the kitchen.1

My mother grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go. I looked around me hoping my father or sister would help me, but they were backing up with fear in their eyes as they stared back at mom. 2

When I looked back at mom, I could hear scratching noises on the floor below her feet. I immediately jerked free from her and backed up as hands burst through and started pulling her through the floor.3

Apparently, I'm not sure how I know this, but, there was a collapsed coal mine beneath the house. And they wanted to take revenge on us by spilling our blood. My father, my sister, and I ran for the second floor. Unfortunately, my father barely got to the stairs before they got him.4

My sister and I got to the furthest room, locked the door, found a bat before the zombie miners were at the door. We pushed all the furniture that we could find in front of the door to buy us some time. I told my sister we need to find a way out before they break through the door. She opened the window and stepped on the ledge to get to the closest window. I followed her.5

Once we got to the room, we waited at the door to hear the sound of the zombies breaking into the other room. We both knew that once they broke through the door, we had very little time to get to the stairs to go up to the third and final floor. We heard wood of the furniture being snapped as the zombies were making it through the door. We ran out of the room as fast as we could to the stairs.6

We got half way up the stairs before the zombies started coming after us. As soon as we got to the top, we ran to the closest room possible. I was in the room first, but then I heard the door close behind me. I looked around to find my sister wasn't in the room. I locked the door with tears in my eyes, I knew what she had to do.7

The zombies were trying to break down the door. I closed my eyes and kept telling myself that this wasn't real. The sound of them trying to break down the door was growing faint. I thought I was safe, and then... two firm, strong hands grab me.8

I couldn't tell where I was being taken, but it felt as if I was being carried up a ladder. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could tell I was in the attic. I could see that there was a hole in the roof because the sun was shining directly in the center of the attic.9

I gasped as I saw the figure standing directly in the light. it was a man around my age. His skin was flawless and pale with a perfect figure and perfect shaped face. His hair was jet black with teal blue bangs, which I thought was unusual, but it mad his blue eyes stand out. They were the perfect shade of blue with hints of gold in them. He wore converse (just like any other seventeen year old does in the town) with a dark, fading pair of skinny jeans, and a black jacket. No other guy wore skinny jeans in town, nor girls, which made me even more interested to figure out who he was.10

I was so surprised at the sight of him, he was perfect for me. I liked no other guys in the town, they were too "normal" for me. You know, the typical jocks, nerds, drama kids, debaters, etc. But no one who looked unusual, like me and my friends.11

He started walking across the room towards me. What do I do? What do I do?! I started backing up, but he's still walking towards me. Soon enough, I've backed up so far that my back is against the wall. He got closer, and closer, and I couldn't do anything about it.12

In a matter of seconds, he was pressed against me. Our whole bodies were touching except for our faces. It felt more like he was holding me in a warm embrace, to keep me safe. Then... he whispered in my ear.13

"Listen to the man whispering in your ear..."14

His voice! So smooth and sweet, yet a powerful whisper.15

"I'm here for you, so there's nothing left to fear."16

I trembled and put my arms around him. He made me feel safe.17

"Listen to the man whispering in your ear..."18

"I'm listening," I said.19

"Wake up dear..."