Dying to Live

My Life as a Zombie

Chapter 1
Dealox's P.O.V.

I walked around the village. I waved to my friends, and smiled. They returned the gesture. It was dark out, but we didn't mind. In fact the only reason we were alive is because we were smart. Unlike zombies who wandered aimlessly, we would explore during the night, and make sure we were able to make it to some form of shade when day came. We had a home. It was a cave not far from this village.

Since this was a village, and not a town, they didn't have defences, which allowed us to roam freely through here during the night.

I felt different from the others. I've felt different since I spawned in the middle of the night with my friends.

My friends, they were zombies too, but just because they were zombies, didn't mean they didn't have different personalities like humans. We grew up together. My friends knew me well, and I knew them well. I think we're the only zombies to survive more than one night, that spawned in a plains biome.

I saw that the moon was getting low in the sky, so I called out to the others that we had to make our way back to the cave before the sun came. They joined me, coming from wherever they where, and we quickly made our way back to the cave.

I was the last one to enter, so I saw that we had managed to make it just in time. The sun was starting to rise. I rushed in so as to not get burned.

Looking around the cave I saw the others going about their morning routines.

Jess sat in a corner reading one his books for what must be the millionth time. He got that book when we were younger. We had been raiding the nearby village, and knocked down the door to a library. He had grabbed a couple of books before we left as trophies, but now he just reads them over, and over again. He's a real bookworm, and he's also quite smart. If you had a question you need answering, you would go see him. He's the most likely person to know the answer. He may not be the strongest zombie out there, but he was still a good fighter.

Claire practiced with her sword off to the side so she wouldn't hit anybody. She was a real tomboy, and she lived for fighting. Well we're zombies so she can't live, but you get what I'm saying. She was a fighting fanatic. She used the diamond sword she got from an abandoned house in the woods. Of coarse she had other swords, and a bow, but her favourite thing to used was her diamond sword. She was quick on her feet, much faster that a normal zombie. If you needed help fighting, you went to her.

Terra was quite interesting. She was the group's jokester, and she thought that most of the animal mobs were cute. She even had a farm, but she made sure she stayed away from ocelots, and wolves. Both could kill us if given the chance, so we all stayed away from them. If you wanted to know something about any mob, you could just ask her. She had memorized everything about every mob in existence.

There was also me. My name is Deadlox. I'm the leader of our small group. I'm into music, and I think that's because I spawned with a headset. My hair was long for a guy zombie, and it covers one of my eyes. I guess I'm bad at explaining myself, but explaining others is really easy.

Our small group used to be larger, but others died. We've learned from their deaths, on how to survive. Like the part about wolves and ocelots, we learned that when Greg died last month. We learns to stay away from towns when Gracie died, and we learned to stay away from humans when Justin died. Others died too along they way, either they died to something new, or they ignored what we knew, and did something stupid.

None of us had grown up with parents to tell us how to survive like human children do. All we've had is each other. I know it's sad, but you quickly learn to survive when you need to.

The day was dragging on, so we climbed into our beds. Me and Jess shared a room, while Claire and Terra shared one. That's right we sleep during the day, but what else are we supposed to do? Die by burning to death in the sun? I don't think so!

Life had become a routine of sorts. Wake up in the evening, do things to get ready for night, or just things to past the time. Then after the sun had set we would go exploring or raid villages. When the moon got low in the sky we would head back home, or if we were far away we would look for shelter. We always brought beds with us just in case, because we would always sleep during the day. We would also always do some things before we would go to bed in our shelter, whether it be at home or in some other shelter far away. No matter what, we would sleep through the day, but that normal routine was about to get interrupted.