"Biggums..."
Jerome looked over at Mitch, who's eyes met his, full of fear, before sliding back to the approaching zombie. It had been Jerome's idea to start a Let's Play Survival, and so far they weren't doing so hot. The Canadian was starving, only half a heart left, and Jerome wasn't much better off. The zombie groaned as it cornered the two. Mitch closed his eyes and raised the poor wooden sword that had seen better days. The Bacca grimaced and took a swing at the zombie with his stone axe... he missed. The zombie flinched away before turning his attention to the angry Fluffy. Jerome saw his window. "Mitch, run!" He said as he grabbed his friends hand and pulled him toward the opening of the cave. He leapt around the rock that sat by the entrance, careful to watch his feet so neither of them would take fall damage. He could hear Mitch breathing heavily behind him. "Biggums... slow down... please!" Mitch managed between gasping for air. Jerome was pulled to a stop as the Canadian clutched his stomach and bent down onto his knees. He coughed. "We have to move. You have to hold on buddy. Please, its just a bit farther. You can make it." Jerome begged as he saw the flickering of a torch in the distance. Home.
The Canadian managed a nod as Jerome pulled him to his feet. Mitch slung his arm over his best friend's shoulder and they hobbled home. Soon, they saw the familiar rectangle shape of the wooden cabin they shared. Jerome somehow managed to kick the door open and practically carry Mitch to his bed, where he laid down with a painful groan. "Hold on, Biggums." Jerome muttered as he frantically searched through the chest that was cluttered with feathers and dirt. "Ah ha!" Mitch turned his head sideways to peer at the Bacca, who triumphantly held up an apple and two pieces of raw beef. Jerome walked over and handed him the apple, which Mitch began to nibble on straight away. Jerome went back to the chest before pulling out coal and a few pieces of cobblestone. He sat down the beef on their crafting table before he began to piece the cobblestone together into two furnaces. He carried them to the corner of the room and placed the beef in them before lighting the coal and starting a fire.
Light cascaded around the room, and Mitch struggled to get in a sitting position, trying not to move as much as possible. He peered out the window and stared at the monsters that invaded the hill across the meadow. His eyes were immediately drawn by the creepers that were searching on top, green shaded scales glistening in the moon light. He turned away from the window and turned his attention to Jerome, who sat with his shoulders hunched by the fire. There was blood clotted in his fur from the raw beef. He wore a leather chest plate that was ripped to shreds, probably from a run in with a cactus if he knew Jerome well enough. He ought to since he's been the Fluffy's best friend for a long time now. Memories of parkour maps and Hunger Games flashed through his head. Jerome clutching on to a fence post with his claws, frantically trying not to fall into the water that lay below. And his face full of triumph as he crossed the last jump. He remembered the Bacca leaping from tree to tree as he searched for tributes, his iron sword flashing in the light.
Those were the best of times, when they both felt on top of the world. Now both were on the verge of dying. He heard the Bacca sigh as he reached into the furnace and pulled out the freshly cooked steaks. Mitch felt his stomach rumble. Jerome managed a smile as he sat down on the side of the bed and handed them to the Canadian, but Mitch could see the pain behind his eyes. He dug in hungrily and finished the one piece quickly, gaining a few hearts. He was at half health now. He glanced down at the other piece in his hand, before he laid it gently back into the Bacca's paw. Jerome glanced up at him. "You need to eat too, Biggums. It's all yours." Mitch smiled. Jerome's smile was as equally genuine as he bit off chunks of the meat, growling slightly ever now and then. He finished quickly and got to his feet before walking to the torch and snuffing it out with his paw. He made his way to his own bed before curling up into a ball under the covers. "Tomorrow, we go hunting." the Fluffy muttered. Mitch nodded silently in the dark. "Night buddy." Jerome muttered sleepily. "Night." Mitch shut his eyes and smiled. No matter what, he could count on his Bacca.
This was my first short-story. Yay or Nay? Should I continue, or was this totally horrible? Let me know please! IF you like this, also check out Coldstone4815 because she is AWESOME at these. Following in her footsteps...
-MissyInvisible
