Hacked - A Minecraft Story

Chapter 5

(Terribly sorry this has taken so long. I've been bogged down with schoolwork and had a book report to do, which required me to stop writing and start reading. I finished the report though, and as summer approaches I'll probably post more frequently and write more! Thanks to those reading, it says there's over a hundred reads on this book, which is awesome! ((not awesome if wattpad's just being weird)) Now, enjoy!)

A pounding on the door pulled me from the deep sleep I had finally achieved. My eyes opened slowly and I stared at the wall as the pounding increased in intensity. Something in my brain finally clicked, and I launched myself out of the woolen covers. I grabbed my swords from the wall where they hung and made my way to the door quickly.

Zombies pounded away, their eyes blazing red and their moans echoing through our shack. I turned to get Lucas, but he wasn't in his bed. I shook my head and threw open the door. The zombies tumbled mindlessly in, and I dispatched them with ease. As the blood splattered everywhere with each falling zombie, a thought occurred to me:

How did they get up here?

I kicked the frail bodies out of the door and watched as they tumbled off of the treetop. I shuddered and shut the door, turning to see where Lucas had gone.

"Lucas?" I called, holding my swords at the ready, suddenly worried. "Lucas? This isn't funny!" I moved towards his bed. "Lucas!"

On his bed lay a neatly written note.

'Dreams often distract us from our reality.'

I blinked, not understanding. A sudden sleepiness came over me, and I collapsed. The world went black for a moment.

I sat up in my bed, drenched in sweat. The sheets were twisted around my legs and the pillow lay on the floor. I sighed in relief and looked to Lucas to see if I had woken him. But he wasn't there. I threw myself out of the bed, failing miserably and face planting onto the floor. The sheets were tight around my legs, and I took a minute to push them off. The sheets on Lucas' bed lay in disorder, falling off. My heart beat quickened as I made my way over to the bed. 

Another note.

'But the strongest dreams can become reality.'

I crumpled up the note and dropped it on the floor. Filled with anger and a hint of fear, I ran to the door to find it open. The cold night air greeted me, and I shivered. Shadows danced around the trees, and I glanced about everywhere. I began to feel paranoid, but climbed to the top of the house and squinted, looking for any sign of Lucas. The first pink shades of morning ate away at the black sky.

I sat on the roof, trying to think as I looked out over the jungle. How could he disappear without a trace? What were those notes, and who wrote them? How is it possible for the notes to connect through my dreams? I rubbed my temples.

The sun tentatively rose up over the horizon, and I wondered what I should do. Do I go after Lucas? That's a stupid question, where would I go?

What if he just left?

I tossed the thought from my mind, but it came crawling back, nagging at the back of my mind. I'm not the most social person. I probably came off pretty harsh. What if he did just decide to ditch me, and head back to that village of his? 

"Why do I care?" I asked aloud. I only knew his Minecraft name, and that he was a wizard. What do I care where he goes, or if he doesn't like me? The fourteen year old girl in me screamed that Yes, we do care what he thinks. And we should care about what happens to him. I pushed her away, grasping onto the essence of my Minecraft personality. Part of me knew I should care though. There were so few of us Minecrafters against all of the monsters, not to mention the Turned. 

I decided quickly to try and find the village Lucas had been leading me to. I grabbed my things and left the house intact. Although I longed to take the beds, I left them for any other wary travelers. 

Slipping down the vines, I glanced at the desert that lies ahead. I'd just have to continue in that direction. As I walked, I thought about how maybe Lucas hadn't left, and that maybe someone had captured him. And if someone had captured him, was this person taking other people as well? Why didn't they take me? All of these thoughts seemed ridiculous, but then again most things these days are pretty crazy.