Living in Me (Sequel to Not Gonna Die)

|Chapter 7| Allergic

You guys wanna know what happened to Adam?

You're gonna have to some more waiting.

          To the south of the country, past the large mountain range that cut off a good portion of the land, the salty sea breeze filled the air and reminded everyone that the ocean was nearby, deadly and untamed. The scent was so unique and memorable that even Herobrine, who had spent barely any time near the coast, knew what lay to the south.

          But for now, the idea of lounging on the warm sand or swimming in the waves was far from his mind as he hid in the low, coarse underbrush that filled the plain, his white eyes watching the two figures he could see standing in the distance. Their words drifted over to him in the slight wind and with the magic that coursed through his veins, he could hear what they were saying quite well.

          "Are you sure this is a good spot?" a level and controlled masculine voice asked. Herobrine could see the man turn around to look at his fellow as he spoke, his long cloak swishing around him. He had heard people say that Dreadlord had a tattered purple coat, but he wouldn't be able to make a comment; He had, after all, never seen in colour.

          "Of course it's a good spot," the voice of Entity scoffed. "I wouldn't have chosen to come here if it wasn't."

          "On the site of our original base?" Dreadlord asked, sounding incredulous even from this distance. "You do realise that Herobrine's probably going to figure that we're here super fast."

          "It has everything we need for the final adjustments," Entity insisted. "I'm not going to waste my time setting up a completely new base when this has most of what we need. Besides, Herobrine has no reason to check here, he won't find us."

          Herobrine allowed himself a self-satisfied smirk. In truth, it was pure luck that he had found them; he had just been passing through the area when he had heard whisperings of a man with glowing red eyes and had tracked the two enemies down to this spot; the first place he had found them and burned their plans to the ground.

          "You know, I'm really starting to doubt your ideas," Dreadlord said. Herobrine faintly saw Entity turn to him and although he couldn't see his expression, he imagined it was something fierce because he saw Dreadlord put his hands up. "Come on, you can't blame me! First you decide to come back here, to a location that Herobrine knows, and then you decide to send part of our army - which, can I remind you, we don't have a lot of - to a part of the snow country where there is nothing!"

          "There is something there," Entity snapped. "Vito saw the patrol of those warriors who call themselves the Snow Strikers, he knows the location of their base. There is an army there."

          "Acid," Dreadlord growled, probably rolling his eyes. "I don't even understand why we need him. I know, I know, he's important to getting this ratio correct, don't remind me. Look, why is it important that we attack that army anyway? All it's going to do is announce our presence and attract attention."

          Herobrine imagined Entity taking a deep breath to try and reign in his anger. He resisted the urge to shift in his spot (there was a rock that was pressing into his side, it was quite irritating).

          "The leader of the Snow Strikers is a woman called Queen Anne," Entity said slowly.

          There was a pause in the conversation, like Entity expected Dreadlord to understand something that he clearly wasn't.

          "Anne, Dread! Our solution to distracting Herobrine!" Entity lowered his voice so that Herobrine could only just hear him over the pounding of his heart, even with his enhanced hearing. "Anne and Herobrine are together. They're married, genius! If we kill her and her army, Herobrine will be so distracted that he won't care what we're doing. It'll be too late."