It took him a moment to realise he was in a baby's playpen,soft toys all around him, and it wasn't the bars that were big but himwho was small. It too... him another moment to realise not only was hesucking a pacifier but it was comforting him. He was a baby, and fromthe pink dress he was wearing, a baby girl. He felt no surprise at hissituation only an odd sort of resignation, as if he had finally acceptedthis was who he was now and had decided to make the best of things. Onthe nursery wall. Several kingdoms of the living united and attacked Netheron, their forces destroying everything and everyone in their way, living and undead alike. Netheron’s military was powerful and took full advantage of the fact that all of Netheron’s soldiers were undead, thus they were unaffected by fatigue, hunger, sickness, or anything else that would weaken the living. But even so the living won the war and Netheron was completely destroyed, no one escaping the slaughter… or so it is believed, for. She tried screaming again but no one must have heard her or cared.After what seemed to be a very long time the bag was removed. During that time, something had been placed around one ankle. She saw that she was sitting on a bed in some building. It didn't look like a house from what she could see of it. What surprised her the most was that Tommy was standing there holding the canvas bag that had been over her head. She looked at him unsure of what he was doing. She hoped it was rescuing her but. My buddy Carl and his daughters, two young ladies in their twenties. Sofia was twenty and Clara was twenty-one. Their mother had been a born again Christian and when her husband, Carl, tried to introduce some interesting sexual techniques into their bedroom, she had left him for her own conservative family. She took the girls, of course, not wanting them to be raised by a heathen. As the case may be, she was killed in a traffic accident when a church bus crossed the meridian and ran into her.