In A New World (A Minecraft Story)

The New Brine

I woke another time, this time the last. Just with a much deadlier alarm clock. Instead of possibly diseased rats, it was a zombie stumbling over to me. When I saw this, I jumped and shouted, getting to my feet as soon as I could. I pulled out my mom's gun and fired. Click. Nothing else. I groaned, realizing that I had forgotten to reload my gun before going to sleep. I threw the gun at the zombie before reaching over my shoulder for my semi-automatic. I pointed the muzzle at the head and pulled the trigger, a painful explosion sounding beside me as a new body collapsed.

I stared at the body for a good five minutes. I couldn't comprehend what had happened to me. Within a day, I am lost, alone, with very few supplies, and now having problems with simply surviving a zombie attack.

I gathered my thoughts and went to grab mom's gun. I looked at it and started tearing up, the memory of her death going through my head. I went to my knees and held the gun close to my chest, "I-I'm sorry mom... what have I done? I put myself in danger. My group left me. You're dead. Everything is gone." I started crying more as terrible memories went through my head. Dad's affair. Seeing my friends getting injured. Being captured. Everything negative.

I sniffled as I looked down at the gun, pulling out a few bullets. Only three.

I knew that I couldn't use the gun as much as I wanted. I sighed and wiped the tears off my cheeks. Just then, I decided one stupid thing: I was never going to see my group again, and they'll never see me alive.

Somehow, I just knew it. Though it wasn't guaranteed that I was thinking right, but I was thinking logically. After all, I don't have a car, they don't know where I was going to go, and they can easily leave me behind. It was hopeless. There was no way I could catch up. At least not at the time, unless Cece crashes into something again. I shuddered at the idea that she could get hurt and there was nothing I could do.

I looked down at the three bullets and reloaded the gun. The last bullet was for me.

I started my journey again, stumbling every once in a while from a sudden gust of wind or a brick sticking out of the brick path I was on. I fell a few times, so I had bloody knees and bruised hands. I groaned whenever I ran into a creeper or a spider, since they apparently love uneven brick paths. The spiders weren't the problem, obviously. It was the creepers. I managed to keep away from them somehow, despite tripping a lot throughout the small college campus that I decided to use as a loot run. I was surprised no one used it as a base, but I could see how at the same time. It would take a large group to keep the entire place safe, and even with the greenhouse, how do you keep a large group like that fed? Unless you eat a lot of spiders, and who knows what kind of health risks that can bring, there's not many other food sources. Not to mention medicine, waste disposal, and water supplies. Sure, there's a water treatment plant not far from it, but how does one make it work? Thinking back, that would have been a great place to make a great base for us.

Hero would have loved the art on the walls, seeing that he likes the shapes of the new world. Lily would really appreciate the gym. Steve would constantly visit the greenhouse, and Cece would love the cafeteria. Actually, I think everyone would like to have a large space where we could all join together. Except for maybe Notch. I don't know about him.

I decided to make a little note on the map for if I somehow catch up with the group. Perhaps that would be better than my original plan. I sighed as I smashed a window that lead into a hallway. I hoped to find a backpack with good food inside it, or a vending machine that still had sodas or water. I don't like sodas, but anything will work right about now.

I used the broken window as a door, leading me to endless possibilities. A lot of mobs trapped in one room? A stash of goods? Who knows! All I knew was that I was walking into uncertainty itself.

I started breaking windows in door to unlock them, ignoring the possibility that monsters may be in there. I had conpletely forgotten about them, as well as the diamond that hung around my neck. For the most part, sadly, there wasn't anything other than books or elecronics with no power going through them. But in one room, my heart shattered.

There were kids as old or older than me laying all over the room. Some had arrows sticking out of their bodies while others were wedged into the wall with what appeared to be an explosion in the middle of the classroom. There were still burn marks in the area, marking where a living ticking time bomb exploded. I could only guess that everyone was ambushed as they gathered together, probably singing a song to keep themselves calm moments before mayham smothered the room with death. Now all that was left were mutilated corpses and marks of the monsters everyone feared.

For me to say that I felt hurt and angry would be the understatement of the year.

I rummaged through the backpacks in case someone had a granola bar in their backpack. Surprisingly, the only food I saw was crumbs that were the sad remains of the last meal eaten in that room.

What made it worse was that I knew that their demise was my fault.

I sighed and shook my head before walking out of the wreckage, going into the next room. However, I was in shock of what I saw.

There was a small group of endermen chilling in the teacher's lounge. One was trying to break into the drink vending machine, either to see what it is or it really wants to know what's inside it. On a couch, two endermen were nursing one another's burns that may have occurred from getting splashed by water. One of them hissed as a purple ointment was spread over the burn on its face. And there were three others in the corner opposite of the door. Just... one of them was very different. One of them was about the same height as Hero and Steve, just a little taller. Half of his body was covered with the same skin, the side of his arms and his hands being some of it. The left side of his face was covered as well, and the eye on that side was that of an enderman. Other than that, he looked exactly like Hero.

When he saw me, he stood up and stared at me before he opened his mouth to talk, a strange effect in his voice that made him sound like he was trying to speak English while fighting against the enderman language, "I see you have survived the car wreck." A smile appeared on his face that made him seem a lot more friendly than those surrounding him.

I gaped at his words. He saved me from the gang. He knew who I was. And... wait. Did he somehow know that I was going to arrive there?!

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