I look her up and down gaze narrowed as I thought before replying " I'm sorry I don't know who you are"

She crosses her arms as she spoke " It's me! Celia!"

Then it hit me. How was she alive!? Of course it was her, what child 14 at the oldest had tattoos. " How are you here?" I question, Baffled

She unsheathed her sword holding it to my chin as she gestured in a derection and we began walking as she spoke. " You remeber the univere I was from yes?" I gave a nod and she went on " well it's time for you to go through that same place" She shoved me onwards before continuing "I killed my parents by pushing them into roamers because you decided I needed some dark secret" She hollered before knocking my feet from underneath me causing me to land with a thud.

"You wernt the only character I made for that Roleplay yknow" I grumbled sitting up gazing at a large ship my gaze widened as I watched two large irish wold hounds racing across the deck with a young boy in tow

" Griffin?" I breathed before getting to my feet as Celia brought me on board

I turned to look back to the dock baffled to see a village from the 1800's

But what was worse was people were being torn apart by Zombies!

And thats when I was shoved off I turned to look back but Celia was already lifting the board which I tumbled off of. " Wait! Celia, Griffin!" The shout drew the attention of the Zombies I scrambled to my feet and took off running only to find myself cornered.

One of the zombies grabbed a hold of me and bit down on my arm tearing a chunck of flesh out fausing me to cry out fumbling in my pocket I grabbed the switchblade and stabbed it through the head gazing around the alley I saw a ladder and quickly took to scrambling up it but upon being half way up It fell down into a pack of the zombies and I was ripped apart.

I jumped back with a yelp of surprise before I crawled back to the box, pulling it inside and closed the door. I stuck my hand into the box and pulled out a letter, my hands shaking as I gazed at what lay beside it.

It was a severed hand with a distinct date tattooed on it. 2013/11/28 I'd seen this tattoo many times before; it was the day my sister-in-law was born.This hand belonged to my boyfriend.

I held the note in my hand, shaking. He had gone missing three days ago. Three days ago I was looking forward to a birthday spent with someone. I took a moment to calm down before looking down at the letter and beginning to read it.

Dear Grayson

First off, happy birthday! I've got good news: Your boyfriend, Danni, is alive.

He is going to live for the time being. I just needed to borrow him for you to gather some motivation to do something for me.

I crumpled up the letter and threw it across the room. "No, no, no," I muttered, wrapping my arms around myself. I couldn't start this again. No, I quit that job; I couldn't handle it any longer. I took a moment to collect myself, picked the letter back up again, uncrumpling it with care, and continued to read on.

There's someone I need taken out of the picture; he's disrupting my business. His name is Floyd Young; kill him.

You kill him, take a picture, and meet me at Violet Park in a week to show me the picture. I'll return your boyfriend to your house before you have time to get home.

You lie, and I kill Dannie. Simple enough

There was no name at the bottom; I didn't know who Floyd was; all I knew was that I had to kill him. I wasn't going to have another person die because I was too scared to return to my old job. I learned then that an assassin can never retire.