The torches were dim but still alive since the last encounter. I was uncomfortable being here, like i was trespassing someone's domain. My bag was gone. "Oh no..." I muttered. I then heard a noise, and I quickly turned around to spot two skeletons and a rotting zombie. There was no way out but in-between the creatures. My life flashed before my eyes as the skeleton shot a shimmering arrow. My 3rd birthday, when I fell off the swing sets in daycare ,when I left the village, my mother forgetting... I began to cry right as the arrouw pierced my head. I fell with weakness, my eyes slamming shut. The only thing I can possibly remember was a figure looking down on me. I woke up, the time being possibly a couple days later, when i saw gauze bandages stained with my own blood, leaning off the side of an oak plank nightstand. I bounced up off the bed, and a heavy warm rag fell off my wound. Once it was on my lap, I could feel the blood trickling down my head. It took a few moments before the volts kicked in, me then yipping with sudden pain. I slammed my palm into the wound to stop the blood, and it began to squeeze through the suction of my hand. I began to feel dizzy, and my vision doubled. Then I saw a man, tall as an ender man, walk up to me. He was wearing a sky blue shirt tucked into denim jeans. His pants were splattered with blood of a zombie, and inside his pockets were broken and snapped arrows. I knew now. He was trying to harm me at first, but now he's grown soft. He saved me... he was my savior.
