Minecraft - - - Possessed

Chapter 10

"Do you think we should go through it?" Trent asked as Mark studied the portal.
"No, who knows where we'll end up. Plus, we don't even know if we're in Hell or not." he stuck his hand through, but the burn on it glowed a bright orange and stung even more. He winced and pulled his hand back.
Trent looked at it in shock. "When did you get that?" he asked
"When we were at Monty's house. But that doesn't matter, we should get out of here soon." He opened the door and saw dozens of men dressed in full golden armour standing guard. One of them spotted him and rushed too the door. Mark slammed it and shoved Trent forward. He tripped on the lip of the portal and went flying through, disappearing into thin air. Mark was too rushed to think, so he jumped into the portal himself and also disappeared.
The guards looked in the room and saw no one. So they went back to guarding the hall.
It felt that as soon as Trent went into the portal, he came out. He landed with a soft thud and was sitting on the ground in the middle of a desert. He turned around and saw the portal sitting right behind him and figured Mark would be coming soon. So he rushed out of the way and waited for several minutes before realizing that he was alone. Mark wasn't coming. He started to worry, but then walked away from the portal and that dreaded place. He grabbed a few water bottles he was keeping, only they were all empty. Trent wondered if the hot atmosphere of the place before evaporated all his water. He sighed and began to panic. He wouldn't last long in the desert without water. So he started trudging through the hot sand. After hours of walking, he came across a hole in the sand. He rushed to it hoping to find water, and nearly fell in it when he realized that it was not water, but surface lava.
This country is too strange to be real. He thought. He walked and walked until he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks. He looked over a hill and saw houses. A whole village! Trent ran as fast as he could while tripping and falling in the sand. He stepped on the smooth sandstone path and sighed of relief. The houses were also sandstone along with the church and the butcher shop. He trudged into a small house and noticed strange looking people living there. They had tall heads and long noses. They didn't talk English so Trent couldn't communicate with them. They did want to trade some of the leather he was holding. It seemed like they used emeralds as currency. They didn't mind him staying in one of their houses, or borrowing water from the well.
He stayed for days but couldn't sleep at all, due to the zombies trying to break down the doors. Once he looked out the window to see a small zombie running super fast to catch up with a villager. When he caught it, he took a huge chunk out of his neck and the villager turned into a zombie too.
He dreaded the thought that he could possibly become a zombie as well, and since he was unarmed, he couldn't defend himself.
He got lots of food from the farms the villagers planted and he traded emeralds for supplies he needed. Trent stayed for weeks in that village. He bought an iron sword and some armour so he could defend the villagers from the zombies. It was harder than he thought, but the villagers thanked him for doing so. Trent thought about leaving the village, and packed up his stuff. But the night before he left, he saw something. He knew he wouldn't be able to protect the village that night, because he'd be too tired for the trek. But when he was trying to fall asleep, he heard something that made his blood run cold. Instead of hearing moaning from the zombies, he heard strange staticky noises. Then coughing. It felt that inside his head, he heard screaming. The villagers were all awake and looking at him with worried and scared expressions. The static kept coming and a shadow ran past the door.
He looked through the window and didn't see any zombies at all. Only one man draped in shadows and wielding a blue pick axe. The man burst through the door of his house, slaughtering everything in sight. Trent never saw his face, only two glowing, blank white eyes as he stared Trent down. Trent huddled into a corner as the man coughed and made static noises. Trent was too scared to talk, and the man lifted his pick axe and brought it down on Trent's stomach, only to bounce off of thin air and make the man stumble back. He ran back out the door, leaving Trent on the floor, surrounded by dead villagers. He fainted and the only remembrance of the night, was a voice whispering to him, saying one, menacing word...Herobrine...
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