We Meet Again... (A Minecraft Story; Sequel to Real Or Not?)

Chapter 1-Again?

Becca's POV

I sigh deeply, looking at my phone in confusion.  I still don't understand why I had it there but didn't lose it here.  Memory phone, perhaps?

Suddenly, the bell rang for lunchtime.  I glanced at my phone one last time before storing it in my pocket.  I then felt someone tap my shoulder.  It was my friend, Sophie.  "Hey, can you meet me in front of the cafeteria in a few?  I...need to talk to you about something...."  She said sullenly before walking out of the classroom.

Huh.  Sure, I guess.  I put the rest of the school items in my backpack and threw it on.  As I walked out of the classroom, I heard some...weird conversations that I wish I hadn't heard.  High school is messed up.  It makes you or breaks you.

I shook the thought out of my head as I walked out of the building.  I shivered a bit, the wind chilling me.  I didn't have a jacket on, unfortunately.  Heck, I hate wearing jackets, so guess it's on me.

I saw Sophie sitting on a bench in front of the cafeteria.  She looked...really sad.  I hated seeing my friends sad.

I walked over slowly, thinking of why she might be sad.  As I neared her, though, my head started pulsing.  I suddenly felt very dizzy as I fell to the ground.  From a distance, I heard Sophie yell my name as I felt my head lifted up.  2 words left my mouth before it all went dark.  "Not...again...."

(Don't worry, not ending the chapter.  :D)

When I could finally see again, I heard 2 voices that I really did not like.

Good afternoon, Becca.

Welcome back to Minecraft, I suppose.

I was startled by their voices.  They hadn't spoken to me once since I left the first time.  Why hadn't you guys been doing anything to me the last couple months?

We're stuck here.  When you left, the next thing we knew, we're here...wherever you are, in your head.

I believe we have become stuck to your Minecraftian form.  It is quite strange.

HEHEHEHEHE!!  At least we get to play again!

I smirked.  Not right now, you don't.

I felt a familiar weight on my back as I stood up, staring at a gruesome sight.  A few feet away were maybe 6 or 7 zombies feasting on...something.  I didn't want to know.

Anyways, my entrance had alerted them and they all stood up, staring at me.  I reached for the first thing I could in my pack and pulled out my katana.  I backed away slowly, katana in front of me.  Like always, I didn't bother to check behind me at that moment.

A hand grabbed me from behind.  I screamed and whipped around, cutting off the zombie's head.  There were 8 more zombies behind me!  Well, 7, since I just killed one.

I started to panic.  No no no...can't panic....  I went into kill mode, switching between front and back.  I had killed about 10 of them before 1 tackled me from behind.  I cried out and nearly dropped my sword.  Luckily, I didn't.

Before I could react, an immense pain ran through my right arm.  I switched my katana to my left and killed the zombie.  Adrenaline pumped through me, making me forget the pain.  I jumped up and killed the last 3 zombies, causing my katana to break.

I was breathing heavily, the adrenaline leaving my body.  I fell to the ground and cradled my right arm, tears coming to my eyes.  The zombie had bit me just above the elbow....

That's not good....

Why do you care, Becky?

We're in this body, too.  If you die, we die.  And at the moment...well, you're in a zombie apocalypse with a bitten arm, no cure, and no idea where you are.  We don't even know if Jin finished the cure!

I hissed in pain, blood dripping down my arm in a mini stream system.  It kinda looked like veins on the outside of my body.  I ripped off part of my pant leg and tied it to my right arm.  There goes my fighting melee style.  I pulled the .7 mm gun from my pack and stood up, wincing.  I put the handle of the gun between my teeth as I slowly pulled the backpack strap up my right arm.  I got it up without incident and slipped my left arm through.

I took the gun with my left hand, turned the safety off, and pulled the hammer back.

Now that I wasn't in danger, I took a better look at my surroundings.  Apparently, I spawned in a city. Nothing looked familiar.  I need to find the White House.  If I don't...I'll...become one of them....

Wonder how that'd work for us....  You being dead yet alive.

I believe that the zombies are souless.  Mindless.  If Becca becomes one of them, I think we'll disappear.

Well, at least you couldn't hurt my friends.  Then, I realized that I was in distress, yet I felt no resistance from either Becky nor Rebekitah.  Not the time.  I need to find the gang.

I took an apple from the side of my pack and munched on it, holstering the gun.  I began walking slowly in a random direction, hoping I'd find the White House...before it was too late....

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WE'RE BACK!!!

My dad told me I need to finish what I start, and I have it written down to like the middle of book 3 (Even though I've completely drifted from the written version).

So, why not?  I hope I'm not putting too much into 1 chapter.  I don't need the book to be like 15 chapters like the last book.  :P

Smack that vote button at hyper speeds, Hyperfans!

-Becca <3

P.S.  I wrote this after being up for 40 hours straight.  17-hour-long Star Wars event.  All 6 movies, plus the 7th one.  >.<  So...tired....  Sorry if I messed up anywhere!  ;P