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    I was a Teenage Vegetarian Zombie Detective
    I was a Teenage Vegetarian Zombie Detective
    I was a Teenage Vegetarian Zombie Detective
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    I was a Teenage Vegetarian Zombie Detective

    By H. M. Gooden

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    The clock is ticking.

    When Alex wakes up after the worst food hangover of her life to find out she's dead, the spinach truly hits the fan.

    With the help of her best friend, Sam, the two must discover why her Halloween costume is more authentic than she'd like this year, not to mention trying to figure out why the heck her parents have disappeared.

    If she doesn't find the answers soon, will this Halloween will be her last?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherH. M. Gooden
    Release dateOct 11, 2019
    ISBN9781989156186
    I was a Teenage Vegetarian Zombie Detective
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    H. M. Gooden

    H. M. Gooden has always loved the world of books, but over the last few years a new story has begged to be told, and as a result, this series was born. In between dealing with children and work, the majority of the actual writing happens between four and six am and involves multiple cups of coffee for inspiration. You can always find me on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Bookbub and Goodreads. I always love to hear from readers!

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      I was a Teenage Vegetarian Zombie Detective - H. M. Gooden

      Chapter 1

      T his is not what I meant when I said I needed a Halloween costume.

      Crossing my arms, I turned to glare at my best friend. She looked the same as always; big blue hipster glasses, dirty blonde hair in a messy ponytail, and wearing another one of her endless supply of T-shirts with math jokes.

      When I looked back at the mirror, I couldn't help but shake my head at what I saw in front of me. The massive hollows under my eyes were new, as was the pale grey of my skin. I’d never won awards for my complexion, but this was an incredible low, even for me.

      I had no idea what had happened the night before, but when I woke up this morning, I’d felt something was off. Not only did I smell way funkier than normal, but somehow my fingernails had become dirty overnight. When I picked the first leaf out of my hair I had instantly known something was terribly, terribly wrong.

      You see, that was also the moment I’d realized I had no pulse.

      So, I did what I do when anything goes wrong. I called Sam.

      She'd been my best friend since kindergarten and lived in the house right beside me. It had been sheer luck she'd moved to town and next door to me when she had. We were both only children, and as neither of our parents had any intention of adding a sibling for us to play with, when Sam had moved next door to me at age five, our mutual loneliness had bonded us together in the way that only the most lonely and bored children can bond.

      Come to think of it, sometimes I wondered if I would have been just as attached to her if she’d been a dog.

      Shaking my head, I turned around again and gestured at my face.

      Seriously, Sam. Look at me. I look like I spent all night rolling around in a grave. I can't remember anything that happened after supper last night. I know it sounds completely crazy, but I think I’m dead.

      I don't know what to say, Alex. Maybe you’re just coming down with something? Sam grimaced at my disbelieving look. Okay, I admit, you do kinda look dead.

      Sam shrugged helplessly, scrunching her nose up. She was wiggling it to push up her glasses again. I tried not to say anything, but I’d always found that particular move of hers irritating. It wasn't like I was much better. I had glasses too, although I preferred the more subtle look to her giant ‘look-at-me’ glasses.

      Personally, I didn't think either of us had the face for glasses, but we also both shared the common torture of allergies, so contacts weren’t something either of us attempted, unless we were trying to impress someone.

      Probably a good thing, since when I’d looked at my eyes a second ago, they were bloodshot and kind of foggy looking. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was getting cataracts.

      I glared at myself as a trickle of unease slid down my spine.

      Suddenly, her eyes went as big as saucers and she leaned closer to examine me more carefully. Maybe you really are dead!

      She turned her head as she looked me over, going from one ear to the other, looking me up and down from head to toe. I tried not to flinch.

      Your clothes are certainly dirty enough, she mused, walking around to examine me from the back. When she returned to face me and caught my eye, she nodded grimly. I think you're right. I think you might be dead.

      I groaned, then covered my mouth with surprise. We looked at each other, our eyes wide, as what emitted from my mouth sounded suspiciously like every zombie movie we’d watched in the last year.

      We were both comfortable admitting we were super zombie nerds. We’d spent many hours, on many weekends, watching every single zombie movie we could get our hands on. The majority were so incredibly cheesy we spent most of our time laughing and throwing popcorn at the TV, while others gave us just the perfect amount of thrills.

      One of the things we'd always made the most fun of was the way they sounded. Now we looked at each other and burst out laughing at the stereotypical zombie noise which had filled the air between us. My laughter may have had an edge of hysteria, but I felt it was justified under the circumstances.

      Okay, so if I'm dead, shouldn't I be craving, like, you know, like—

      Sam finished my sentence the way she often did. —brains.

      I nodded. Exactly. Shouldn't I be, like, hungry for brains?

      Sam shrugged. I don't know. Maybe the movies are wrong?

      I raised my eyebrows and groaned again, causing us both to snicker.

      Okay, fine, Sam held up her hand. So the groaning thing appears to have been right, at least.

      I began to pace around the bedroom. After a few steps it struck me that even my gait was stiffer than usual, and could be best described as an odd, stumbling lurch. I flung my head back and stopped dead.

      Oh, come on. This is ridiculous. Is it just me or did I look like I was moving like a zombie just now?

      Sam nodded, wrinkling her nose again as her glasses shimmied back up.

      Well, shit.

      She was sitting on the edge of my bed, nodding her head as she templed her fingers and tapped them together. We didn't speak for a minute, both of us trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I kept coming back to one idea. Everything had been totally normal until supper last night.

      I remembered coming home from school, putting my backpack in my room, then going downstairs to immediately eat the lasagna my mom had made for supper. I knew I’d eaten early because I’d dropped my lunch at school and had been starving.

      Things had been totally normal until after I’d gotten off the phone with Sam—we’d been watching tv together and texting from our respective rooms, both of us too lazy to decide if we wanted to leave our houses. The last thing I recalled was feeling like maybe I had food poisoning and telling my mom I was going to lie down.

      That was it.

      When I got to the bathroom this morning and saw my reflection in the mirror, I'd let out a scream loud enough to wake the dearly departed and immediately texted Sam to come over.

      Which was why were in my room at eight a.m. on Saturday morning, October 31, and we were

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