Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 126

and fell to the ground. The zombie opened its mouth and began to drool. Xuanzang used all his might to
resist, but pushing their hands away and kicking them didn’t work.
Michael picked up a sharp rock and threw it at the zombies head. Blood squirted out of the zombie’s head
like water squeezing its way through holes in a bag. The other zombies didn’t move a muscle. Their arms
were like statues and their legs stood rooted on the spot.
Michael quickly scanned the zombie army. They all looked exactly the same in every way. Xuanzang
watched as Michael looked in a particular direction for a long time. One of the zombies was holding a
mirror. Michael darted faster than the speed of light, grabbed the mirror and pointed it at the group of
zombies. The moonlight reflected onto them.
All of a sudden, it seemed to Xuanzang that a hole appeared in the zombies. Light poured out of their
stomachs, burning a hole through into it. Slowly, grey dust scattered out of the hole and flew up in the air as
if it was raining. The zombies’ eyes glowed red and slowly died out as they disintegrated into dust, leaving
not a trace.
“We made it!” Xuanzang yelled in triumph, jumping up. His voice echoed through the graveyard for a few
seconds, until it finally faded away into the endless night. He moved towards a chest in the corner of the
graveyard. It was covered with dust as thick as books. Spider webs were everywhere. Xuanzang opened the
chest cautiously, waiting for something to happen. Michael watched on.
Suddenly a voice from the chest boomed “I touch the earth. I touch the sky. If I touch you, you surely die.
Now, who am I?”
Xuanzang thought carefully and answered “Lightning!”
A blue ray of bright light flashed into the sky. The legendary Sword of Lightning appeared in the chest. It
would protect Xuanzang and Michael on their quest for even bigger treasures as they walked westward.