Welcome to Brokenville

By Jasmine Lee

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who believed in Fairytales.

But as time went on and the girl grew-up she quit believing.

Until one day she found herself in a strange land.

Not knowing if she was mad or sane.

She did the only thing she could.

She went in search of the truth.

Only to find herself trapped in her worst nightmare to come alive.

As she fights against the unknown and familiar,

She befriends several unusual creatures and humans alike.

But when the time comes, she finds herself torn...

Between reality and Brokenville.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasmine Lee
• Release date: May 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370467778

Jasmine Lee

Jasmine Lee is a small town girl who grew-up in a small town with a population of only three-hundred and sixty one people. She had her son at the age of twenty and at the age of twenty-four she met her husband and with-in a year they were married. It was only two short years later, while babysitting a little girl they met their soon to be adopted daughter. Fast forward to today and she is a stay-at-home wife and her husband works at the local prison. Their daughter is ex-NAVY and is now working as a deckhand on a barge and their son is working as a manufacturer of metal. She is still living in a small town, actually smaller then the one she grew-up in on ten acres and enjoys writing and taking pictures and working in her garden and babying her roses.J.L.

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Copyright © Jasmine Lee 2016

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and the story lines are created by the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

Cover Photography: Tabitha Patterson

Cover Models: Brittney Renea, Austin Nicole, Melanie, Olivia, Alex, David Austin and Dakota

Make-Up Artist: Skye Todd Makeup Artistry, Malisa Howell & Tabitha Patterson

Cover Design: Sheri McGathy

Inside Photography: Tabitha Patterson

Inside Image Design: Sheri McGathy

Editor: Adrian J Smith

Formatting: Champagne Formats

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Note to Reader

Playlist

Epigraph

Prologue

Chapter 1: Where am I, again?

Chapter 2: Wait…What have I gotten myself into?

Chapter 3: Training…so he says!

Chapter 4: Zombies…seriously, zombies!!

Chapter 5: So, the battle begins…

Chapter 6: Red, or so I think…it may be blood

Chapter 7: It just sort of happened…

Chapter 8: And so it starts…I think?

Final chapter…

Acknowledgments

Stalk Jasmine Lee

I dedicate this book to my kiddos. Who begged me to write a story for them so they could be on the cover. So here’s to hoping I lived up to their expectations with this story that is so far out of my normal it took me ten months to write.

Note to Reader:

The following story is fiction, purely from my imagination. It was inspired by my kids who wanted me to write a story with them in it. And yes, there is zombies in the story BUT they don’t eat people’s brains!!

Pronouncing of the character names:

Emmeline – Emma-lyn

Nyssa – Ne-sa

Jasmine Lee

Playlist

Alice – Avril Lavigne

Arsonist’s Lullabye – Hozier

Beat The Devil’s Tattoo – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Danger and Dread – Brown Bird

Graves – Whisky Shivers

Yellow Flicker Beat – Lorde

Safe & Sound – Taylor Swift

Eyes Open – Taylor Swift

Silhouettes – Of Monsters and Men

Breakfast At Tiffany’s – Deep Blue Something

All The Things She Said – t.A.T.u.

Zombie – Cranberries

1979 – The Smashing Pumpkins

Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana

Come As You Are – Nirvana

Californication – Red Hot Chili Peppers

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

Bodies – Drowning Pool

Paralyzer – Finger Eleven

Ain’t No Grave – Crooked Still

Sons & Daughters – The American Spirit

Stolen Roses – Karen Elson

Muddy Water – Lucette

Thin Line – honeyhoney

All My Tears – Ane Brun

Show’Em (What You’re Made Of) – Backstreet Boys

"Reality is purely a perception of the individual mind.

It follows, that since no two minds are alike, no two perceptions of reality are alike.

It further follows, that what reality is to one, may seem complete madness to someone else."

—Yefim Novikov

"Yo, Saddie. Are you coming or not?" Jason hollers out to me.

Huffing out an exasperated breath, I respond, Yes. Coming.

Dropping my hair-brush onto the top of my dresser and, spinning around I grab my bag and takeoff toward the living room where everyone is waiting. My dirty blonde hair flies in every direction as I come to an abrupt stop in front of everyone.

Bout time, Lark says as she hooks elbows with me.

Laughing we all take off walking toward the row of fraternity houses with music beating out of them as we make our way toward Derek’s frat. Reaching the steps to the house, we are greeted by Derek and one of his buddies as they give us each a cup of beer and lead us inside to loud boisterous music and people talking and laughing. Hours pass with us drinking and dancing and laughing about the end of the semester tests.

It isn’t until about three in the morning that I find myself walking home alone with only my jacket wrapped tightly around me. The party broke-up and Lark had left with Chris an hour earlier, so I was left on my own. A sharp breeze has me hunching further into myself to try and stay warm as I continue walking the short two blocks to my off campus apartment.

I turn the corner and my apartment building comes into view, speeding up so I can get warm before climbing into bed for the night. I jump when screaming tears through the night. Scanning the near-by area I spot a couple struggling in the shadows. Making a split second decision I sprint towards them not thinking of the consequences or what it is I’m going to do once I reach them.

Problem? I ask loudly when I get within five feet of the couple.

They both turn to look at me and the woman takes the moment of distraction and knees the man before taking off. I spin and make a dash for my building. A sharp pain slices through my right shoulder, knocking me down. The last thing that flashes through my mind before darkness takes over, is knowing the pavement is going to hurt like a mother when I land.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Whispering