Author Ezekiel Library

ZOMBIE INTERRUPTUS Jaycee stepped into the hallway and walked down to the reception area keeping a Lookout for whatever had torn the place apart. She was scared but more curious and Willing to see what happened. As she reached the end of the hall, she saw Melony lying On the floor with her belly tore open and her intestines draped over the desk. “Are they dead?” Cassandra asked. She was behind Jaycee and scared the piss out of Her. “Melony is,” Jaycee replied in a hushed voice. “Where’s the guy?” “I don’t know,” Jaycee replied stepping further into the reception area. “What are you doing?” Cassandra asked. “You want to get killed too?” “I want to see what happened.” “It was a zombie vampire attack, can’t you see?” Cassandra asked. “It might have been.” “No, it was, look at the door, they broke it off the hinges, who does that?” Jaycee knew Cassandra was right but didn’t want to believe it. Neither one of them had Ever seen a zombie vampire attack in real life. It wasn’t until rece

  6 MONTHS LATER Detectives Gary Heller and Eric Marr pulled onto an abandoned farm property and parked behind a sheriff’s deputy car. They got out and walked over to where a small crowd had formed near an old barn. They stepped around the group, inside the building and saw an officer from the crime lab taking pictures of a partial skeleton lying on the dirt floor. “What do you got?” Gary asked. The crime scene officer stood up and looked at Gary. “Dead body, probably six months to a year, most likely a vampire,” the officer replied. Gary stepped in closer but no so close as to compromise the scene. He looked at the skull and saw the fangs hanging from the maxilla. “Looks like another poaching, I don’t think he came out here and died on his own.” “I’m sure it was a poaching,” the officer replied. “There are cut marks on the vertebrae, C3 and C4. The head wasn’t articulated with the body. Looks like they tossed it on top and it rolled off.” “Any way of identifying the body?” Gary as

  THE POACHERS   A knock on the door startled the man at the breakfast table. He was dressed in boxers and a t-shirt reading the paper drinking his morning coffee. He never had visitors, especially this early in the morning. He got up and answered the door to two men dressed in work jumpsuits with their names ironed on them. One said Jack, the other read Mike. “What’s going on?” the man asked the men at the door. His name was Randall. “Hi, sorry to bother you, but we’re from the gas company and we got a report of a gas leak in the area. We’re checking all the houses on the block.” “No, you’re poachers, and I will defend myself,” Randall replied. He was pissed. “Poachers?” Jack asked. He didn’t lie very well. “Yeah, you don’t even have a work truck,” Randall said as he looked out to the curb. The men turned around and looked at the car parked at the curb. It didn’t have a logo on the side and didn’t look like a company car. “Truck was broke down, I had to use my personal

   12 YEARS LATER   Taking a seat in the break room, Jaycee retrieved her phone and searched for messages, but none were found. With three remaining hours in her shift at the Glory Hole, her jaw was already aching. Aware of six more appointments before her shift concluded at eleven, she harbored a reluctance to complete them. At that moment, Cassandra entered, taking her soda from the fridge and joining Jaycee at the table. While Jaycee was engrossed in checking Facebook, Cassandra observed her activities.   “How’s your night so far?” Cassandra asked.   Jaycee looked up and replied, “I had three customers,”   “So?”   “I don’t like certain customers,” Jaycee replied.   “Why not? Preferences?”   “No, just don’t like them, never did.”   “Are you from the deep south or what?”   “No.”   “I never met someone with those preferences before, do you express that in public?”   “No, doesn’t come up in conversation much,” Jaycee replied.   “So what do you do when a particular situation arises?”   “

Iddo-Sarki residents near Airport Road in Abuja staged a protest on Monday, claiming that the Nigerian Navy is unlawfully seizing their land.  Tensions escalated two weeks ago when the Navy erected demolition signposts, instructing locals to evacuate their homes.

Senator Abubakar Kyari, the Minister of Agriculture and Food Security, has announced the initiation of the distribution of 42,000 metric tons of grains across all 36 states of Nigeria. President Bola Tinubu has granted approval for this distribution, aiming to address citizens' challenges, particularly in the aftermath of incidents like the looting of food warehouses. The minister highlighted collaborations with the National Emergency Management Agency (NEMA) and the Department of State Service (DSS) to ensure proper delivery of the grains to the intended recipients.  Additionally, plans include releasing 58,500 metric tons of milled rice from mega rice millers to stabilize the market. Senator Kyari expressed compassion for those affected by the country's hardships and assured citizens of the government's unwavering commitment to their well-being.

Amidst the surge in food prices and the prevailing economic hardships gripping the nation, Ukraine's government recently contributed 25,000 tonnes of wheat as emergency food aid to 1.3 million vulnerable individuals in Nigeria's northeastern region. This gesture, while commendable, has been characterized by Mr. Peter Obi as disheartening, highlighting the nation's failure to adequately care for its citizens. The Labour Party Presidential Candidate, expressing his sentiments on X (formerly Twitter), emphasized that this incident underscores a national disgrace rooted in years of leadership failure. Mr. Obi stressed the need for urgent reflection and a reordering of national priorities and resource management. Although acknowledging Ukraine's rare generosity, Mr. Obi lamented that Nigeria, once economically confident with vast arable land and abundant resources, now relies on a war-torn Ukraine for food assistance. He asserted that such a situation underscores the crucial

THE BEGINNING 2022   In the dark of the evening, Alice drove down the street and kept an eye on the house at the end of the block. It was a well-known drug house located on the wrong side of the tracks hidden by an overgrown lawn and brush. The House was hidden in shadow with only a single light on the porch letting anyone know there was someone home. It was well known that people came here to buy drugs and that the lowest of lowlifes could be found there. Halfway down the block, Alice pulled to the curb, turned off the lights and shifted the car into park. She kept the engine running in case she decided to leave. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she sat back in her seat and watched the house to see if anyone was coming or going. It was late evening and she was sure that there would be customers tonight, like every night. Then she saw a car pull up and park next to the house. A woman and a man got out of the car and walked up to the house and knocked on the door. The door o