Harvey (Team Crafted)

Into the Fray

Harvey was walking awhile before he start to hear the noises. At first, he tried to ignore them, pretending they were there, that only the wind rustled the grass around him. He tried to bury himself in his thoughts, which were not sad like usual because he was distracted by trying to figure out what sort of drug he was on and why.
Also playing in the back of his mind was the idea that maybe, he had somehow done this to himself. But he knew that was rather impossible.
The noises around them grew more frequent and finally he stopped, turning around. "Hello?" He called, surprised by the steadiness in his voice given the current situation. He had pretty much decided he was definitely dreaming, or hallucinating; either way, he just hoped he'd find someone who could tell him where the hell he was. "Is anybody there?"
There was no response besides the whisper of the nighttime breeze in the tall grass all around him. He huffed and went to take another step forwards when he heard it. A dull, low groan, like someone was in pain. Harvey stopped, his eyes widening slightly as he looked to his left, towards the noise. "Hello? Are you okay?"
There was another quiet, nearby groan. Harvey stared into the grass, before he slowly started moving towards it. As he grew closer, he could see a shady figure. They groaned again and looked at Harvey as he drew close enough for them to hear. He started moving over themselves and Harvey stopped. "Who's there? Are you hurt?"
Yet another groan as the figure grew even closer. Harvey saw their features when they did and immediately reeled back. The figure had skin going a sickly green. Flakes of it was missing, some rib bones poking through on his side. Harvey's eyes widened in alarm. "Whoa man, you look... Diseased... Um..." He cleared his throat and tried to think of the good things in the figure's appearance, such as their... Charming beady black eyes or um... Luminescent balding black hair. "Sir - erm - do you know where we are?"
The only answer Harvey received was another groan as the figure limped ever closer, which was starting to get annoying.
"Please, sir, I could really use your hel-" Harvey started to speak again, but was cut off as the figure moved his arm surprisingly quickly, bringing his hand down on him. Their fingers, the bones sticking out disturbingly from the tips, slashed suddenly across Harvey wrist and hand, opening three deep gashes immediately and a fourth smaller one.
Harvey shouted out in alarm and pain, stumbling back, free hand shooting to the wounded one as he cradled it close to him. The figure kept on approaching, groaning once again.
"That was - That was really-" Harvey scrambled to his feet, stumbling back. "You are not a nice person!" The figure swiped at him again and Harvey yelped, turning tail and running away as fast as he could.
He ran as fast as he could, but living in the city, you didn't run for fear of getting hit by a car or, in some situations, a train. Harvey was, regrettably, out of shape when it came to jogging and he had to stop less than five minutes later, wheezing, lungs burning, legs aching. He leaned on his knees as he gasped for breath. He leaned up after a moment, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater. He looked around him again, thankful his strange, decrepit friend was slow and stupid and likely lost him. Then he heard a high scream. He looked up in surprise, heart leaping with worry, before he blinked as he saw a village in the distance, aglow with... Light? No... Fire.
As he listened, he heard more screams of terror coming from the village under attack from whatever decided to be a jerk that day. Harvey wasn't sure why, or what the hell he was even thinking, but he started walking towards the village. He walked through the town gate, looking around him warily.
People were running through the streets in terror, fleeing from monsters much like the one Harvey had encountered before in the grass; he wasn't sure what they were, but he could at least tell they weren't friendly. Also roaming the streets were skeletons that looked strangely familiar, like he'd seen their type before. His mind clouded mostly by fear and a little by alcohol, he chose to focus more on his survival than on old honey friends he may or may not have once had. He started running once again, down the road, just as a skeleton's arrow struck the town wall behind him.
Harvey dodged people running in his direction, although many were running in the same direction as well. He didn't know quite where he was going; he thought about trying to find a hole to hide in or something; maybe he could wait this strange attack out in a well and then ask a survivor where he was after everything calmed down. He ran along the gravel path and finally got to a house that seemed out of the way from the attacks. The low-hanging roof was in his reach, and somehow, he was able to pull himself up with his nearly nonexistent upper body strength. He caught his breath shakily as he sat at the top of the slanted roof, hugging himself tightly.
He thought over how confused he was, and how real this hallucination seemed. Nothing in this place was making any sense. Why were monsters attacking people, what was that light, and where the hell was he? For a moment, Harvey had time to think in solitude. But then, suddenly, the roof beneath him cracked and gave out, and he fell into the house below. When he hit the ground, his head cracked against the floor and a cry tore past his lips before he fell into unconsciousness.

"I found it!"
"Finally!"
"Oh, thank god. Where is it?"
"Down this road, eighth house on the right! Low hanging roof and a mildly trampled garden of rose bushes, can't miss it."
"Deadlox, Husky, you know what to do."
"Got it!" The first, Deadlox, ran off, followed by the other, Husky.
They reached the house in no time flat, a red cube appearing in Deadlox's hand. As they went inside, they saw the spawn boxes, one stacked on top of the other in the center of the room. The zombie box flashed as if on cue, spawning four zombies. The two who broke in took no time to break into action; while Deadlox started setting his red blocks all around, Husky bought him time, fighting the zombies off. When Deadlox set the blocks down, they grew larger, a block so big it went halfway up to his knee; although that was the size of every other block around them as well.
"We're good!" Deadlox shouted, and Husky kicked the nearest zombie away, tossing his flint and steal to his companion. The latter struck the two together and a spark hit the block he set. It flashed white and started to hiss, Husky darting out the door. Deadlox started to follow when something caught his eye.
He stopped in the door, time seeming to slow as he saw him. There, in the corner of the room, lying down, was a figure. A familiar figure. His eyes widened, and forgetting about the bomb they'd set, he stepped forward. Luckily, Husky grabbed his arm and yanked him back before he could do anything else and both dove into the ground as the building exploded in a massive red fire, booming through the night.
Husky got up as soon as the sound faded, pulling out his sword. "C'mon, we gotta fight off the rest!"
Deadlox got up slower, still distracted. "I-I think I saw Seto in there!"
Husky froze. Deadlox stared at his back, looking spooked. Husky looked back at him over his shoulder. "Ghosts ain't real, Ty. If he was in there, he was a zombie just like the rest of them."
He ran into the fray to protect the villagers. Deadlox looked back at the house with a sad expression, before he sighed and pulled out his sword, following his friend.

Covered by rubble, Harvey had survived the explosion, while the spawn boxes luckily hadn't. The village had nearly been secured, almost all the remaining monsters taken care of. He was still knocked out cold, even more so than before if possible, as the broken window was slid open and someone hopped inside.
"See anything good?" Hissed a voice outside as a separate person hopped into the ruined house. The one in the house, a squinty-eyed man with a black mask over his mouth and nose and a fuzzy-hooded dark green jacket over his head.
He looked around the room sternly before his eyes fell on Harvey. He stared a moment before shaking his head. "Nobody but some kid."
"He alive?"
The bandit knelt beside Harvey, putting two fingers on his neck, staring at him intently. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "Yes."
"Let's take him, we can sell him!"
The bandit didn't reply, but he nodded, pulling Harvey up and slinging him over his shoulder before he climbed skillfully back out the window.