He looked at the clock on the dash as he pulled up against the curb across from the bank. It was important not to get there too early and call attention to the car or too late and leave the guys out in the open. Just then the doors to the bank burst open and three men in masks ran to the car. The vehicle’s doors had barely closed before the driver started down the road. Driving off quickly without calling too much extra attention to the car was almost as important as the timing, but the timing was the key.

Cold steel dances in my hands as the twin hammers slam home with each pull of the triggers. The spray of bullets is wild and I can feel the unsteadied jerk of the guns is my arms. They made firing two guns at once look so easy in the movies, but that’s not the case for me. I can’t aim worth shit. Not that it matters. There are so many of them that every bullet manages to bite into flesh and some even strike one or two in the head. I have to figure out something before I become zombie chow.

You may be wondering why I’m tied to a missile about to launch into orbit when I should be the one stopping this evil from destroying the city.  One word: allergies.  The dust and mold is so bad in this lair that I started sneezing uncontrollably while sneaking in.  Plus he has a cat.  Dr. Finklewise heard me coming from a mile away and sent his army of henchmen to prevent me from interfering with his plans.  My eyes were watering so much that I never saw them coming.  When I woke up I was strapped to a rocket.  Stupid allergies.

With skill and precious honed from decades of practice, Paznic, Keeper of All, inserted the needle of the syringe into the corpse’s eye.  A bright, white fluid filled the tube, illuminating the lightless crypt, as the plunger was pulled back.  Paznic removed a large tome from out of the folders of his robe and opened it up to blank page.  As the plunger was depressed over the book, the liquid spilled out like a fountain, etching the record of the corpse’s life on the page.  Closing the ancient tome, he slipped it back into his robe before disappearing into the darkness.

The pirate threw a few more pieces of wood into his signal fire to keep it going a few more hours, but he was beginning to lose hope that someone would come to his rescue. He had been shipwreck for a week now or was it two. It didn’t really matter since he had somehow lucked out when he washed up on this island.

Various fruits and edible plants were everywhere and tasty. Well, all except that purple thing he ate the other day; that thing nearly killed him. There were even animals to eat if you could just catch one.