How Did Zero Die In The Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

The hiss of escaping air and the zombie’s moans blended together, and the Santa dented, tilted, and deflated, his face morphing from a Christmas grin into a weird, distorted grimace. The zombie turned to face me, its half-rotted burial gown fluttering and its disintegrating jaws wide open, showing me a set of yellow teeth and a blackened lump of tongue. I swung the machete before it could get close enough to snap at me, sending its head tumbling off…right onto the deflating body of Santa Claus. Oh, fuck. If the zombies didn’t kill me, Nate would. “More coming out of the woods!” Matt’s voice, loud enough to echo all the way down the hill to anyone still at the cottages.

"I know and I don't care anymore" With that, he sends a blast of shadow magic towards her. She screams in pain and collapses to the ground, her skin as pale as a corpse. Black veins creep over her skin and her lips turn an unhealthy shade of blue. The whole chaos comes to an abrupt halt and Zeron falls to his knees beside his mother's corpse. He finally breaks down completely, muttering three words under his breath. "Mother, I'm sorry" The reality of it all finally hits me. Zeron has just killed his own mother and no doubt, he's never going to be the same.

However, the scene that met my eyes was not what any of us had expected. Zero, standing over a lifeless body, had a haunted look in his eyes. When I called his name, he seemed lost, his words tumbling out incoherently. It was clear that he was deeply troubled, and I didn't want to say anything that might further agitate him. "Zero, calm down," you urged gently, approaching him cautiously. I don’t know what transpired here and who did the body belong to but the fear on his face worried me. His voice trembled as he tried to explain, "I'm sorry, Fedora. I didn't want to do it, but I had to. I'm not a bad person, I swear. This is why I left this place."

“Next year, we'll celebrate together.” "I want to celebrate with you next year too…” I was not asking for much. It was just one more year, right? We blew out the candles together as the lights dimmed. When Leon turned them back on, he froze in place. How silly… Once a wish was spoken out loud, it would not come true. Zoe did not survive that night, and Leon did not get to see her one last time. That night, darkness consumed him, leaving his eyes forever blind.

I ask and turn to him. Zero is standing on both feet with his face completely healed save for the dried blood. “That has been appearing a lot recently. You do not see anything outside the thick smoke from a distance but when you move close, it is either a person or an animal burnt beyond recognition,” Zero tuts. My hands drop. That would have been my fate. “Let’s go. We need to save the person or animal,” I said as I hurried towards the huge doors. “We need to save them.”

The nightmares didn't seem to be done with me yet. Zero was downstairs, waiting to inform me of something I probably didn't anticipate. Not surprising, if it were from VAR. I turned the doorknob, stepping out as a cool breeze brushed against my face. “I need a break,” I groaned, pushing my body into the open back seat. “I think I'm hallucinating.” Zero chuckled, turning the ignition. The engine roared “Nikolai Cole. An assassin who VAR so blindly trusts… is hallucinating. Biggest joke of the year,” he blurted sarcastically, driving off.

The ground was smooth and unbroken grey ash. The connection snapped. BOOM. The backlash threw us backward. Victor and I flew through the air. We landed hard on the ash ten feet away. Silence returned to the Dead Zone. But it wasn't the silence of death anymore. It was just quiet. I lay on my back gasping for air. My body felt light. My magic was completely drained. "Victor?" I croaked. He didn't answer. I rolled over. He was lying face down in the ash. He wasn't moving. Smoke was still rising from his back.

" Dalton is leaving, Nish seems somewhat uncomfortable. The boys walk past him and rejoin the party. If I was alive those guys wouldn't be here. They do not belong to the group. But what group? To the group of hypocrites? I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Dalton, who had gestured with his glass to Nisha. But what he did next gave me a lot to understand: he forms a pistol with his fingers and aims at Nish, but then he points himself in the forehead and shoots himself. A flashback appears in my mind: a dark room, a silhouette in front of me, a gun pointed at me, and a shot. I came out of my thoughts totally scared by what had happened. I had had a memory. A memory of my death.

“Hell? “To certain death, where you no longer think or act, where you just sleep without having any kind of notion whatsoever. “This you see here, where we are, is a kind of limbo. A kind of place where we are just waiting for the final judgment. Most of the souls that are trapped here is because they don't accept that they died or maybe they still don't want to leave. They are resigned. “You are resigned, Gertrudis. “I have to take care of my rose bushes. I snorted. “I need to see that man, what's his name? “I don't know if you heard about a boy who died just on the day of his graduation. He went out to buy a bottle of booze to celebrate but right between the intersection of Saint South and

he managed before the flicker of the chapel light behind him trembled…and died too. The last thing I saw before we were plunged into pitch-black again was his mouth opening in a silent scream. There was a rush of cold air, fast and deliberate,like something moving through us rather than past us. Then nothing. No guard. No sound of his boots on the stone floor. Just… gone. My pulse slammed into overdrive.