Dead Queen Nala's
00 Prologue

I heard a voice.

Many sounds.

It sounds from a distance.

And slowly getting louder and clearer.

Different voices and I can't understand them at all.

All that..

"Whisper!" Can I have a little peace here?!

I opened my eyes. "Eh?" I stood on the grassland in the darkness of the night. Red light in the distance.

"Where am I?"

I'm trying to remember what happened here? Why would I be here? And doing that made my head ache, which was getting irritating with the indistinct noises that were getting closer behind me.

"What the hell was that? It's noisy!"

A group of shadow people seemed to be running in a strange style. I couldn't see their faces, but I could confirm that the obscure voices were coming from them. And when the moonlight shone on one of them, I just realized the fatal mistake I made.

"Fuck, Zombie!!"

I ran as fast as I could. I can't believe after watching so many movies about them, I just realized when they were that close.

"My name is Nala, 17. I am currently sitting in 12th grade, which is about to take the exam. I was born in the city"

No, no, no. Flashback distance. I have to think about what I did before I got here.

"I remember watching a zombie movie like I used to, and then I remembered that tomorrow I had a test. I also went out to buy school equipment that I should have prepared long ago. When I went home, it suddenly rained. I don't have an umbrella and of course I don't want to run under that heavy rain. Initially anyway. While I was in the shade, there was an ugly man looking at me lustfully. I realize I'm charming, but still it's very disturbing. So I decided to run. My vision was limited by the rain, and then I heard the sound of the car horn, everything became glare, and then I was here."

Eh? Am I dead? This hell? No, no, that's impossible. I can't go to hell. I must be in another world. But seriously? Because I love zombie movies doesn't mean I want to be in them.

I got closer to the row of red light that now looks more clearly as torches worn by people with iron armor. So I was in a zombie world in the middle ages? Without a firearm? Without advanced technology? Goody. Could it be worse?

I shouted and waved so they wouldn't mistake me for a zombie.

When I was less than a meter away with a knight, suddenly my head curiously swirled around and then fell and touched the ground. Next to me, a headless body collapsed. My bodies. Eh? Did I just get beheaded?

Oi, is this serious? Not a minute in the new world and I'm dead again. Did her ugly eyes not see this graceful face of mine? Did his rotten ears not hear my beautiful voice? Sometimes in movies this happens. I'm sure they call it a panic disorder.

Heh.. Now which world am I going to, to heaven? Good though.. I don't need to have any trouble being chased by zombies, I no longer need to be forced to live up to the expectations of the people, and I no longer need to hear the scorn of those lowly people. Perfect.

Hm.. Longtime. How long did I realize? Was death all this time? In the movies, when someone's head is cut off, they don't move anymore. I never found a head that could still be conscious after being separated from its body. It's weird if there's a separate head and you can still tell stories. Shit, I want to laugh.

Waiting for my consciousness to disappear. I will use the rest of this time to make a furious look at the knight who had beheaded me with his sword that was still drenched in my blood. Which I could see my face from the reflection of his sword.

I was still beautiful, even though my skin became a bit paler and my eyes turned blood red, which was surrounded by a deep black color. Ah.. I finally realized what was happening. The knight didn't mistake me for a zombie. But because..

"I was reborn as a zombie!"