A Coffin at our Door
The zombies were right at my heels. I had just nabbed the gold key from their underground lair and was high tailing it out of there. Their moans and screams clawed at my shoelaces. This level is sick, I said to myself and tapped my way to freedom. Well, not my freedom really, Jake Hunter’s freedom. He’s an archaeologist, adventurer sworn to save world relics from ruin and the private collections of evil dictators. Then I hear the buzz. “What? It can’t be game over! I’m not dead yet.”
“Package!” I jumped in my seat as I heard the UPS truck door slam shut and drive off.
Whew!. I set my game down and went to the door to see what package had arrived. My parents are always ordering stuff online and having it delivered. I peeked through the curtains and saw a huge box that stood about four feet tall. It had a big yellow sticker on it that said 70 pounds. It was the end of summer and my birthday had passed almost a month to the day, so it couldn’t be for me, I thought. And it couldn’t be a Christmas present because my parents aren’t that crazy. They don’t start shopping for Christmas until after Thanksgiving. It’s a strict rule in our house. And they always have our presents delivered to their work address. This was definitely something out of the ordinary.