Lost in the Labrynth

Part 2

-Author's note: This story continues in third person's view-

His weak body came in contact with water of an underground river, snaking through water-made tunnels. He was instantaneously knocked out and was being thrown around like a rag-doll as he was travelling further and further away from home. The river was semi-connected to the maze which dipped in and out of the ground.

He mind finally woke up after being thrown off the river down into the never-ending maze of hallways. What he soon found out, was that he was especially unlucky and landed straight into a 1 by 1 hole of solid stone.

As far as the adventurers knows the stone is impossible to mine unless a mutant mob misses you and accidentally breaks the wall behind you and you cant place any blocks in the maze which makes the whole thing a lot harder, so he was basically stuck there, forever.

-Pentecost's POV-

His breath became heavy and retorted as his legs ached after walking for over 2 hours, but his mind persisted, remembering that if he stops for a break he would be late to get to the edge of the mapped out part of the maze and it would take him and Nancy (his job partner) another day to get there.

He turned a corner and saw a massive beast staring straight at him, it's eyes as big as footballs. It roared and swung it's gargantuan fist at him. He leapt out of the way and saw Nancy hurry to dig deep in her potion's bag and throw two potions at it.

She meant to throw a potion of sleeping and a potion of poison, but in the confusion, she instead chucked a potion of nausea which had double the potency and a potion of speed.

The mutant at first didn't react to the potion at first and just stood there stupidly, not knowing what happened, but when the effects kicked in, it screamed and started losing balance smashing it's body into walls like a drunkard and then the speed effect appeared and suddenly it barged forward, too nauseous to notice the two humans. After a few seconds, it disappeared into the silence causing a trail of destruction in it's wake.

-Maxwell's POV-

He eyed his inventory like a hawk eyeing it's next meal. Inside of it was a few water bottles,  2 blocks of cobblestone which was of no use, two pieces of bread, a totem of undying which he was gifted to him by his grandfather, an emerald, the full set of cool looking armour and an even cooler-looking sword.

He decided he might as well wear the armour since he had no use for it except protection, when he held it, it was heavy and bulky, but as soon as he put it on, it was light and he was as agile as when he was unarmoured. He took his sword and tried hitting it with a sword, but it deflected his attacks and was as strong as the sword itself, which was unhurt.

He lunged at the wall, pushing it deep into the stone. He smiled at first, thinking he had made progress, but soon regretted his decision when he was unable to take the blade out. Pulling and trying to take it out was out of the question, since he was definitely not strong enough.

"NO!" he yelled and curled up in a ball, evaluating his life decisions

A loud thud made him lose his balance, as he stood back up, another bang even louder sounded. He held to the wall for dear life as the sound of heavy nonrhythmic footsteps and crumbling of stone vibrated through the walls.

The wall behind him cracked and splintered as dust fell onto him. A large hand crushed through the stone and he shrieked as a he heard a loud gurgle which sounded like a person gurgling their mouth with soap-water, but amplified a million times louder.

Another hand smashed the wall as if it was cardboard and through the dust he saw it. A massive 10 meter tall brick of nothing, but bone and muscle. It's twisted and torn shirt hung limply and the leggings where shredded after a long time of walking through rough terrain.

It's breath stunk up the place as he gagged his nose. The effects of nausea and speed started to wear off and it finally focused, you guessed it right onto him. It hurled itself at him at full speed he ducked just in time to see 300 kilos of muscle just pass over his head.

It body was heavy enough to smash through the thick wall of stone behind him. He had an idea and tried to make the mutant smash open the rock which encased the mighty sword. Then he could possibly take out his adversary.

To be honest, he would be dead meat if not for his armour. 50% percent of the time it tried to hit him it succeeded. He wondered that if he just stood there being rag-dolled by it, if it could do any damage.

It smashed and crashed around for a few minutes trying to kill him while he was trying to prise free the sword. It finally broke the stone which engulfed the sword and he leapt at his only chance of survival.

The zombie screamed when it noticed it hadn't killed it's target and launched itself again recklessly, this time upwards into the air. It curled up into a ball on it's way down and made a kamikaze amount of damage to the floor. It force knocked him out and away to another random part of the maze deep in the heart of another kingdom that nobody knew and never would want to especially Maxwell.