Chapter 5

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by Seasonns

by Seasonns

CLANG! CLANG!

My wrist wobbles as the shock of steel and steel colliding travels up my sword, and into my arm. The zombie swings again, but not hard enough. As he swings, I sidestep his sword, and cut his sword arm off, its sword landing on the ground with a dull THUD. Then as it dives at me, gnashing its teeth, I baseball-slide under it and trip it. The zombie lands in its back, and it was easy to bring the sword down into its chest. It stops wriggling, turns red, and a few seconds later dissolves. I pick up the rotten flesh that it left, and pocket it. Then I climb back onto my pig, pull out my carrot-on-a-stick, and ride away.

Three days have passed since Lion was slain by GAMERBOY200. I've spent each day, all day, slaying monsters. I'm wearing Lion's old armor: Enchanted chain armor. I use a bow with flaming arrows and an enchanted diamond sword. As I'm riding, I spot something unusual in the distance: a little wooden house. I ride toward it, and as the fog clears, I see that I'm in a village. For some reason, though, nobody's outside. I look in the window of the house and see something truly horrifying: a zombie devouring the body of a little kid villager. The inside of the house is filled with lava, but the zombie is wearing armor. The armor has some sort of weird symbol burned into it that looks like this: Φ_Φ. Like some sort of zombie face. The zombie has full medieval knight armor on, a cape and everything. The cape has the words "OVERWORLD" printed on it.

Each house has the same thing: a zombie chewing on pieces of villager. Who would do something like this? Sending a bunch of geared-up zombies to raid a village. For crying out loud, villagers don't even know how to hold a weapon! Why would somebody send monsters to kill a pacifist village? As I venture farther into the village, I see more and more destruction. Houses with huge craters in them, house that are on fire... the village is completely destroyed.

I hear a moan, like the sound a wounded person would make. Then another, and another. Three injured people?

I run towards the sound until I find the source of the moaning and groaning:

A room full of zombies.

I skid to a stop and turn around, but it's too late. They've noticed me. They rise to their feet. Meanwhile I'm running away as fast as I can.

As I'm running, I remember that the zombies had little blue swirls at their feet. What's that about? It looks sort of familiar.

My feet smack the ground, and then push off, sending me into the air. The cycle goes on a-

"RAAAAAARGH!"

I turn around and yelp. The zombies are actually catching up with me. Why are they moving so fast? It's like turning a casette tape on fast-forward. Their legs are a blur, their arms swinging back and forth with enough speed and force to lift them off the ground like a helicopter.

Then I remember why the swirls looked familiar. It was because those swirls meant the zombies were all using speed potions. Well, that sucks. Zombies more loaded than I am, who also move twice as fast.

Then it hits me.

Zombies are attracted to your scent, right?

I pull out the rotten flesh, take a huge bite out of it, and spit the chewed up meat into the zombie nearest to me's face. The effect is instantaneous. All the other zombies pounce onto that one, and while the zombies are in a dogpile, I pull out my bucket. I usually keep water in it, but I have a better idea.

I run to the house next to me, and fill the bucket with magma. Then I pour the magma onto the zombies, and they all melt away. All I'm left with is a map that one of the zombies dropped. It shows where the zombie army (?) is headed, and where they came from. Apparently each zombie platoon has a human leader. It looks like I just took out the platoon, but where's the leader?

"Mmm!"

What was that? It sounded like somebody's gagged or something.

I spend the next few minutes tracking down the sounds. A couple times I got lost; But then I would hear a "Mmph!" or a "Mum!" and I would be back on track.

Finally I found what I was looking for: an Asian man with black hair, buzzed. He was wearing Φ_Φ armor and an OVERWORLD cape. I can't have any survivors left to tell the OVERWORLD.

I raise my sword, and he turns his head away, his neck exposed.

That's when I see it.

My eyes widen and I drop my sword in shock; for there's a tattoo on his neck.

And it says...

Tiger.