George & Dream | Legend of The Mushroom King

✧°Chapter 3°✧ Trust Issues

Dream lay on the ground, his side bleeding. A loud strike of lightning made his eyes open wide.

I got up quickly which was a bad idea, I hiss in pain holding my side and getting to my feet. My memory was funky, but my eyes widened. "George..." I ran towards the now closed-up hole from when the creeper had exploded.

Dream clawed at the mud but it was no use, everything he clawed away was replaced with more mud. He could be buried alive for all he knew. He noticed that George had seen him he had been stupid enough to forget about his mask. He put it back on his face, a good chunk of it was broken off, his eye gleaming as a flash of lightning struck the sky.

I gotta find George.

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My eyes slowly opened to darkness. Where was I? I groaned, trying to sit up but the pain was unbearable. "Dream," I call out. No one answers. I'm alone, again. I feel like crying, I do cry. I finally get the courage to stand up, my whole body is sore. "D...dream!" I cry louder, my voice is raspy. Again, No reply.

How long have I been down here?

I take a step forward but collapse in pain, I look at my leg finding it had a large bruise covering my ankle, probably from when I fell, it had swelled to an unnatural and disturbing size.

I grimaced before grabbing the jagged cave walls to pull myself up. I unsheathed my sword that didn't feel so light now and used it as a walking cane.

I could barely see in the dimly lit cave.

My satchel! I think desperately, still swung over my shoulder, surprisingly, I found a stick and some flint and steel. Thank god! I crack the flint onto the steel sparking it next to the torch until it lit. Putting the torch up and looking around I noticed I was pretty much trapped.

"it's fine. I'm sure my dream is fine. He'll save me." I say encouragingly to myself. I brush off my mud dusty pants, I reach back in my satchel pulling out a retro-looking mirror and looking at myself.

Blood dripped out of my ears and nose and a deep cut was on my forehead. "I've seen worse..." I murmur, looking away from the mirror. Staring at my wounds only made me feel them more. As my eyes trail away from the mirror they come to the collapsed hole, I limped over to it, mud had already hardened making a ramp-up to the collapsed spot. An idea lit my face, I touched the top of the muddy roof, everything was as hard as a rock except for this one muddy spot. Water is dripping out of it.

if water can get through, I can too. I hesitate, if I get stuck, I'm dead, gone, forever. I shudder and back away from the soft spot on the top of the ceiling. Who knows how deep it is, this could be my death wish.

A low growl pops me back into reality, I turn around sharply in the far shadows, an arm comes out, the skin a nasty puke green color. It slowly walks out into the light of my torch, its eyes a pale ghostly white, its teeth sharp, its skin peeled, its clothes torn.

ZOMBIE! I think, panicking. but relax as my hand brushes the sword, narrowing my eyes I run limp towards the zombie. It shows no emotions and moves faster arms reached out to grab me. I swung at the arms and surprisingly they both fell off.

Distracted by the arms that flailed around on the ground I didn't know that the zombie had started to advance. I look up just before it grabs me, I dodge quickly slicing the sword across its stomach, it makes one last groan before falling to the ground. Its organs, what was left of them, splattered across the ground.

I smile in triumph," that's what you get for Messing with the mushroom king." I snarled. I turn around head held high as I limped back towards the mud pile but freeze as a loud growl echoes through the entire cave.