“But where are my characters?” Mia yelled half an hour later while writing out the backstory for her novel. She knew it was the future and what was going to happen, but what about the characters?
Well, it was about time to start putting words on the screen, now wasn’t it? Mia started writing.
“It was 2018 and…”
“And what, Mia?” Mia asked herself. “And things weren’t looking too great? And things were going to hell? Come on, Mia, you can’t just start a novel with that.”
Maybe it was time to introduce a character, but from where? She took out her notebook and remembered the ideas she had previously outlined. It was time to rely on those, even though none of them would get her through the first scene.
As Mia started putting pen to paper and writing about the background, two people, a boy and a girl in their late teens, appeared in front of Mia. They stood in front of Mia for several minutes before Mia looked up and acknowledged them.
“Can I help you?” Mia asked.
“Uh hi,” the boy said. “We’re your characters. You know, for your novel.”
“For my novel?” Mia asked. “Oh boy am I glad to see you. Now tell me what you’re going to do so I can write it down.”
“Whoa whoa, we can’t do that so fast,” the girl replied. “At least let us introduce ourselves.” The girl stood up straight with a pistol at her waist and a worn appearance. “Hi, I’m Molly. We’re gonna get to know each other really well over the next month.” Molly didn’t extend a hand, Mia couldn’t help but notice.
“And you are?” Mia asked, turning to the boy next to Molly.
“Luke,” the boy replied. “Good to meetcha.”
“Excellent. I have a book to write, so let’s get going. What are you two up to?”
“Well, see, in your story timeline we haven’t even met yet,” Molly replied. “Luke’s still in the orphanage and I’m still being raised by my parents.”
“Wait, orphanage? You mean Luke was an orphan? The kind who was born out of man and woman marriage?”
“That’d be the one,” Luke said. “This one really did me in on the brainwashing too, I mean Jesuswashing. They made me believe that everything outside of Jesus was wrong and I was going to hell for it. And they kept a careful eye on everything you did too, meaning I couldn’t get good at anything I liked.”
“Gee, that sucks,” Mia replied. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be. Though really, you’ll find out who really should be sorry later.”
“Okay, who’s telling this story? Because you’re gonna have to sit down and tell it. I’ve got words to write.” Mia pointed at the document at her computer, which currently had five hundred seventeen words in it. “I’m not gonna get much more story out of just listening to you two, you know.”
“Fine, here’s my story.” Molly sat down on the eraser bench next to Mia and crossed her legs. “I’ve been reading about zombies and a potential apocalypse my whole life, so when my parents were patients zero and one in Zombiepocalypse, I knew my moment had come.” A big grin spread across her face.
“Yep,” Molly replied. “If your parents had died from being zombies you’d want to avenge their deaths too.”
“But doesn’t life end at natural death for you?” Mia asked. “At least in your world.”
“See, I’ve always wondered about that,” Molly replied. “My parents were both professors so they made me think about this stuff all the time. I got tired of it when I was a kid, but now that I’m older it’s something I’ve grown grateful for.”
“Okay, enough brain dumping. Let’s start writing,” Mia said.
“There’s one thing you should know in case it’s not obvious,” Luke replied.
“And what’s that?”
“You know how the zombies are spreading through the land?” Luke asked. Mia nodded. “Guess where they go first?”
And Mia starts her novel!
This is a short installment since the next few are pretty plotty and long.
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