Did that mummy just talk?

After the world is hit by a major cataclysm, the survivors begin to rebuild the Earth into what it once was. Now in the year of 3011, life finally seems back on track. This is mostly thanks to the efforts of pioneers that gave up their sense of stability in order to protect the people’s own. One group of said pioneers would be the Crypt Walkers, a group of people sent into ruins and abandoned areas to reclaim parts of ancient history. You’re probably wondering now, what does this have to do with me? Well you see…

“Have you ever considered changing schools?”

“What!?! Of course not, wait does this mean I’m expelled!”

“Heavens no, but if you keep threatening this school's atmosphere then you might be.”

The man questioning me and threatening me is the school guidance counselor. I can tell that he’s tired of me coming in so often, but then again today’s incident was probably the worst. Speaking about today’s incident, I can sense another lecture coming on.

“Just look at this property damage Thomas! What were you thinking bringing something like this to school! It’ll take ages to remove the smell of garlic from the gymnasium, you’re lucky these damages are covered by your relatives otherwise you’d be sorry right now.”

If only he knew, these same exact relatives are the ones that told me to bring the “balloon” here. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, just look at that weird white balloon float in that jar on the counselor’s desk. Apparently it’s a tool used by some ancient tribe in order to scare off attackers, and as usual aunt and uncle begged me to bring it to school for a day. I don’t know why I keep listening to those people. After lecturing me about the thin ice I was on Mr. Partini, the school Counselor, sent me on my way.

As I walked down the hall I could hear the scorn in people's voices as they watched me walk down the halls.

He brought another annoying thing to school.

Apparently he’s cursed by those things he brings to school, hopefully they don’t rub off on us.

This is probably the reason his family abandoned him.

…What the hell do these people even know, screw it I’ll just go home today. I decided to leave school to let things die down. As I rushed towards the downstairs entrance, I passed by the one person I felt understood. She was the most beautiful girl in class, the blond haired and emerald eyed princess! Stacy Strauss! As for the reason I felt kinship with her, that would be due to the headband she wears. It has the most intricate bell attached to it, due to me always wearing or bringing in odd things I felt we had something in common. However, like everyone else she’s weary of me. Especially right now-

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!”

I look in front of me and see nothing, then I look down to spot a girl who barely reaches my chest height. This girl is Nina Sprocket, Stacy’s friend and protector. This red haired and pink eyed blood hound tears into anyone who tries to talk to Stacy. If Stacy is the class princess, Nina is the beast. That said, I should avoid confrontation.

“Sorry, I just-”

“SILENCE GARLIC BOY! I can’t even enjoy gym class because of you! You stay the hell away from my friend, or I’ll kick your ass! You got that!”

I simply nodded and ran away, the laughter of those watching piercing my soul.

****

When i got home I took a cold shower, and sat in the dark trying to calm down. I hate this, everyone hates me, I have all this weird crap I don’t like, and-

*Crash*

“Great, frickken great!”

I walk over to find the only childhood photo I have on the floor, it’s picture frame broken. I look at the photo and my two deceased parents. I wish they were here right now, maybe then I wouldn’t feel so alone. My parents worked the same job as my aunt and uncle, however they lost their lives in a cave collapse. After that aunt and uncle took me in and have done their best to care for me. Which is why I try to help out as much as I can, and try to make them happy. Still though, why the hell do I have to bring some of this stuff to school? What’s weirder is that the instructions on when and how to bring the items, as well as what they do, is oddly specific. Too specific, just what are my relatives up too!. I turn the lights on in the living room and decide to grab a towel to wipe my face.

*Ding dong*

“What is it now?”

It’s the doorbell, I wonder what-*bang*

“...No, dear god NO!”

I rush to the door as I hear footsteps running away from it, outside was a big package from my aunt and uncle.

“SEVEN HELLS! WHAT IS THIS!”

You’ve got to be kidding me! This is the biggest package yet, the things big enough for a body to be inside. What kind of weird curse or side effect is this thing gonna have? Please don’t tell me I gotta take this thing to school! Maybe I should just dump it on the side of the street. That sounds like a good plan, no one will-

I know it’s hard for you dear, but please be strong.

I swear Tom, you’re Uncle and auntie are gonna take care of you. Trust us my boy, we’re not gonna leave you anytime soon!

...When my parents died, my aunt and uncle swore on their graves that they’d be there for me. Even though they aren’t here now, they’ve always pulled through for me. That’s why, this is the last time I do them a favor.

“Time to open this thing…”

I grabbed my switchblade from the kitchen counter and cut the box open. Immediately something began falling out, I had to jump out of the way to avoid being crushed. Whatever this thing was, it was wrapped in bandages…Crap, is that a mummy!

“I take back what I- Wait, what are the instructions for this thing!”

I immediately grab the note that fell out with this thing, let’s see what my uncle has to say for himself:

Hey Tommy boy! It’s your radical uncle sending you something amazing

as usual. Here’s a few tips on what to do with this thing. The first thing is to

NEVER removed the nail from its head, especially the paper the nail is holding in place.

Second, please keep blood away from the nail! Don’t ask why!

Third, you’ll be happy to know that you don’t need to take

this thing to your school. If you did then all hell would

break loose, that said love you kid and stay safe!

…My uncle is crazy, still where this nail that-

“Oh, there it is! But what’s with that weird marked paper that’s nailed in?”

I’ve never seen a language character like this before, something strange is going on here. However, before I could think further, I heard something. It was the sound of breathing, and it wasn’t coming from me.

“Where is that-No way, You’ve got to be kidding me!”

I looked to see part of the bandages lifting and contracting, this thing was breathing! My aunt and uncle sent me a goddamn mummy! Before I could lose my mind, the unthinkable happened.

“...B…Boy, where am I?”

“What…?”

I heard a strange dry raspy voice from the mummy on the floor. There’s an actual living dead in my house!