When the game becomes reality (OLD WORK)

Chapter 23

"Fuck!"

An explosion rang out behind him, propelling him forwards and off his feet. The man covered his head as his body hit the floor, another explosion setting off a bit farther away, yet he could still feel the heat blasting from it. For a moment he just laid there, panting and limbs aching from all the running. Arrows hit the ground beside him, reminding him to move, to keep running and never stop, that he was being followed. And run he did.

With a groan, he pushed himself to his feet and continued sprinting over the empty plains. Where, he didn't quite know. Just away from the slowly growing army of monsters that were chasing him down. His arm hurt, where an arrow had hit its target, and has burns littering his skin from the creepers that managed to get too close. There were cuts on his back from an Enderman and he's pretty sure to feel the aching, itching wound of a zombie bite.

He yelped when a handful of zombies spawned in front of him, blocking his way. Empty eyes stare him down as they began walking towards him. He tried dodging to the right, but two Creepers were stalking towards him from that direction. They were surrounding him, coming from all sides, swarming him. He holds his injured arm and frantically looks for a way out, shelter or even just some kind of weapon to defend himself with. This is it. This is how he dies. Alone, lost somewhere out in the wilderness, ripped apart by monsters.

But before the first zombie actually reached him, there was a loud screeching noise and heavy footsteps approaching them quickly. Before he knew it, two zombies in front of him got crushed by large metallic arms, the next thrown to the side. A massive iron golem fought through the hoard, taking the mobs attention away from the man as they began to attack it instead.

"Over here!" Two figures were waving a torch around, not too far away from him. With the golem buying him time, he began to ran towards them, noticing light behind the two people. A village! He was saved! "Hurry! Before more of them show up!" The two people grabbed him by the arms and pulled him along to the safety of their village. Another iron golem was guarding the houses, staring out at the plains to keep dangers away.

"Are you alright? Injured?" The man just nodded, too out of breath and dizzy from blood loss, weakly lifting his injured arm, where the arrow was still stuck in his flesh. He was ushered past the slowly forming crowd and into one of the houses, where he was placed on a soft surface as someone began to clean up his wounds. Before they even finished cleaning the hole in his arm, he blacked out, finally giving in to the tug of unconsciousness.

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Sunlight filtered through the curtains of a window, finally waking the man from his nightmare filled rest. He groaned as he tried to turn away from the light, but his entire body ached all over, refusing to move at all. "Fuck...", he cursed under his breath, squinting against the sunlight as he took in his surroundings. A simple room, only having a closet, a small desk with a chest beside it and the bed he was laying in.

Footsteps outside his door lured his attention towards it, watching curiously as it slowly cracked open to reveal a thankfully human face. "You're awake! Thank the gods, we were worried. You slept for almost an entire day." The man tried to reply, but could only cough with his dry throat. "Ah right. I'll fetch you some water and breakfast. Be right back."

He left the door open, giving the man a chance to see the short hallway that seemed to lead to three more rooms. True to his word, the villager came back with a small tray not even five minutes later, smiling as he carefully placed it down on the small nightstand. "Here you go." The man gratefully took the glass of water and downed it instantly, sighing when his aching throat started to feel better.

"Better?" "Yes... thank you...?" "Elfstone." The man smiled and nodded, taking in the appearance of the villager. Black short hair, bright green eyes, simple clothes. Not necessarily what he imagined Villagers to look like, but he'll take anything that is not a mob. "And you?" The man slowly pushed himself up a bit, Elfstone quickly helping him to settle into a sitting position with pillows behind him. He hesitated a bit before answering. "It's... Wilbur. Nice to meet you Elfstone." He grinned and patted Wilbur's shoulder. "Nice to meet you too. You gave us quite the scare with that monster hoard. You're lucky Tubbo spotted you that far out our you would have been dead for sure. Can't believe you survived all those injuries."