World of Writer

The Third Writer [Ch4]

∆ Trivia
> MisterNeo's clothes are fireproof.
> MisterNeo was chosen by the Blessed Reader named Phoenix.
> Labfeywey doesn't have a blue pen.

   "What are we going to do now?"asked Labfeywey.

I'm just a novice writer. I don't know what to do right now. All we know is that the next chapter have started. We don't know when the enemies will appear or what kind of enemy will appear.

    "We need the pen," I answered.

If I don't know, I'll ask the pen. I picked the pen and prayed that we get what we need. I put the tip of the pen inside my mouth and bite it.

I saw that Labfeywey was confused.

   "Is that the way you do to think clearly?" she asked. "I know some writers get their ideas by doing that. It's their mannerism."

   "This is not a mannerism of mine. I do this to get information of this world." I explained.

    "Awesome! I thought that was an ordinary pen. Where did you get that?"

    "Ghost gave me this pen. She said that her time to explain things was limited, so she gave me this and I use this to get answers to my questions."

    "Do you really have to bite it?"

    " That's what Ghost told me."

Speaking with a pen inside the mouth was harder than I thought.

With eyes closed, I concentrated and asked my question. I must begin with the word "What".

   "What is the city of Rok?" I asked inside my head.

   "That question will be answered. City of Rok was created by Magus, one of the Blessed Readers..." I ended up the information there and asked another question.

   "Who is Magus?" I asked inside my head. Maybe I should try to begin with the word Who.

    "That question will be answered.  Magus, one of the Blessed Readers and one of the rulers of the World of Writer,  enjoys in underworld creatures...," I ended up the information.

    " Labfeywey I think I get a hint," I said.

    "What have you found?"she asked with excitement.

    " According to the information, the creator of this city enjoys underworld creatures. Labfeywey, we'll be battling against the undead."

    "Zombies!" exclaimed Labfeywey. "Are you sure?"

     "I'm not that sure. If that happens, we just need to climb up and find place that the zombies can't reach."

    "You said about underworld creatures. Except the undead, vampires are also an underworld creatures." said Labfeywey. She got a point.

    "That depends on the writer that is on this city of Rok. "

    "Should we seek for him?" Labfeywey asked.

    "Yes. We should find him."

We collected our items and stored them in our badges. We leave the bar and went back to the streets looking for another writer.

[] World of Writer - The Blank Papers []

The Blank Paper is a powerful item. It's invisible in the eyes and can be only created by the Blessed Readers. The Blank Papers contains everything that the chosen writers have written, but only the exciting parts are needed.

The writers will face their own words. Everything they have written will be against them. They will experience what their protagonist have experienced. They will suffer like an extra character who died just to explain how bad is the scenario.

Inside the Blank Papers, they can be on the good side or to the bad side. They can be the protagonist and antagonist. They must do everything they can to survive.

***

I and Labfeywey have found him. We found him in an alley. He's sitting in the corner and hugs his knees. We confirmed that he's another writer by his clothes. We found the third writer.

I bended and asked him.

  "Are you a chosen writer also?"

The third writer is silent. With my observation, he doesn't have a badge. He's just trembling.

  "Are you afraid?" asked Labfeywey. This time, I let her with the conversation.

The third writer move his head and look up to us. He's young and handsome but filthy. He's eyes swell. He's even sniffing a yellow fluid. Probably, he's crying for two days.

  "Don't be afraid. We're here to help you." said Labfeywey.

  "I want to go home." he said. The third writer slowly get up and hug Labfeywey.

  "I want to go back! Mom!"

He's suffering. If this continues, he might lose his mind.

  "I never wanted this. I promise I'll be a good son and brother just return me to Earth." said the third writer.

I wish it was that easy. Nevertheless, I do everything to go back.

  "We'll help you to go back," said Labfeywey.

The third writer withdraw himself from Labfeywey.

  "You'll help me?"he asked.

   "If you help us, I promise that we'll help you too," said Labfeywey.

The third writer turn to me and I simply smile and nod.

   "Ahhhh!"

Our attentions drifted to the screamings. The citizens are running. I saw the fear in their faces and the strange bites in their bodies.

The three of us quickly run with the crowd. We don't know why we are fleeing. But our instincts tell to run away.

   "Labfeywey, hold my hand." I shouted.

Labfeywey reach my hand as I grab the hand of the third writer.  We must not scatter. Things we'll be harder if we get separated.

We immediately reach the gate. Here the crowd get clustered. The place were filled with clamour. Everyone are asking the same question and it's "What's happening?" Even I have the same question.

   "We should get back." I heard the third writer speak.

   "We should go back," he repeated.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Look!" shouted Labfeywey. She's pointing a citizen with bite marks in her arm.

   "I have written zombie books ,and mostly in crowd like this where the infection begins." said the third writer.

The lady with bite marks vomited blood. I saw how the blood went out of her nose, eyes and ears.

   "What's happening to me?" rattled the lady.  "Someone help me. "

Unknowingly, the citizens of Rok remain to watch the lady. They don't want to get closer but they want to see what will happen to her.

   "Our chapter two will be a zombie apocalypse."