Adam, Wake Up

Chapter Twelve

New cover is by Dreamie_Arabian ! Go follow her because her art is wonderful. This chapter is way late and I apologize for that, as well as the cliffhanger. Anyways yes the story.

Quentin struck quickly and precisely, slicing the Zombie's head off cleanly without a moment's hesitation. Here's something you may not know about Mudkips; they have a highly tuned sense of echolocation due to mostly living in murky, dark swamp waters. Small, high-pitched croak-type noises bounce off of things, casting a vague picture in the form of shadows into their mindscapes. These noises are much too high in frequency to be heard by the average Mincraftian; only mutations or mobs with acute hearing could have caught him though he noticed that sometimes Jerome could hear as well.

Blue, holographic letters became the only light source in the room, casting odd shadows as they pixellated.

"DAILY TRIAL 6- Goodnight"

More inhuman noises surronded them, and Adam threw the door open to yet more darkness. Down the hall, the only source of light was leaking out from under a doorway, illuminating the yellow carpet that lie in front of it. An estimated twenty-five to fifty blocks away was safety, but neither knew how they were both going to get there alive. They couldn't just sprint it. Quentin was a mess at walking, and that rarely ever works with mobs. Not to mention near hoards of them, which was going to happen in the very near future. Adam couldn't carry him and run either, or he would be almost completely disabled from fighting. They would have to walk and fight, Adam supporting his limping friend.

By the light of Adam's amulet, which actually shined brightly enough to illuminate at their feet, he watched and strained his ears for danger. He didn't have to wait long, as sounds seemed to be coming from everywhere. He urged Quentin along, who's colors were swirling with oranges. These colors provided no light to be seen by. Imagine them as a cloud of smoke surrounding someone, and they can be seen no matter what is obscuring the person. Including through walls and thick surfaces, but fading once at a distance. Had Adam been in such a state of increasing panic and axiety, he might have passed out.

An unnatural guttural noise emitted from right next to them, and purple eyes and particles appeared. Enderman. Careful to avert their gaze from its eyes, they inched around it.

"Creeper, south-west." This was a
common battle tactic that Quentin would use all the time in past team batted. In fact, it made him a very desired teammate in the small sparring competitions that were held every so often, but Adam had no idea what to do with this information. That is, until he heard the hiss behind and to his right. Of course they don't know which way is actually south, the focal point of north is simply the direction they're facing. Thankfully, the power of the heavily enchanted axe and Adam's reflexes stop the Creeper before it could explode.

Quentin, surprisingly, didn't make a comment. This was due to him having more monsters on him. For some reason, they seemed to lock onto him instead of Adam, even though Quentin was between him and a wall in a protective position. This might be because he's been bleeding, or at least that's what Adam assumes. Partially because he was so weak and couldn't handle mobs as well as he would normally would, and partially just because the door was on that wall, and it was smarter to shorten the distance.

They continued, gaining a few blocks as they inched forward. To say that the mob rate had increased would be an extreme understatement, but the Lab had nothing to do with the numbers at this moment. Only the darkness was to blame for that. It was as if they were making their way through a crowd, except everyone in that crowd is trying to kill them.

So far, Quentin almost had his eye scratched out by an Enderman, and Adam's leg was bleeding from multiple Silverfish bites. Quentin didn't bother masking his pain, as the lack of light and plentiful distractions would keep Adam from worrying or getting distracted. In actuality, his lungs were contricting and contracting as the poison medicine had completely worn off by now, and his fever was reappearing. He still trudged on, though, knowing that he couldn't be the one that caused both of their premature ends.