Jacob Farrell
βOutside?β Jacob asked tilting his head a bit. His face suddenly paled and he held the stick defensively in front of him as he took a step back.
βAre you a zombie?β He couldnβt help but ask. One of his older brothers had once said that zombies were much more terrifying than ghosts. They ate your flesh before turning you into one of them.
βD-Donβt come any closer. I have a stick and Iβm not afraid to use it.β