Chapter 19
Seto/Jimmy's POV
Suddenly, I woke to a scream! I jolted up and looked to find everyone gone. I ran out of the room to see Mitch, Jerome and Ryan holding the barricaded doors back. The zombies must be breaking through. Katrina was on the floor crawling out of the way as Adam ran to fill the blank space on the door where she had fallen from. As all of this happened, I went over to everyone else. They were sorting weapons for what we knew was coming. It had only been a couple of days, but we knew that the war was coming and we could not lose. If we did, then we couldn't help the others. Not everyone was cut out for battle, but we fight zombies all the time. Granted it's on the internet, but still. It can be too different. I grabbed a Samurai sword from a pile we had. I don't know when we got them and more importantly have no clue who thought having them in a convention was a good idea. Although, I can't argue with having them now.
I glanced around the room. All you could see was struggle. All you could hear was the occasional grunts from the constant pounding on the door. Everyone was tired and weak, but we were pulling through. Mitch stumbled forward from a hard blow to the door. There was a crack and an undead arm reached through. I threw myself toward the arm and sliced it with the sword I was holding. The end was coming and we were already failing to stop it.
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Crafted Dead || Team Crafted Fan Fiction
Fiksi Penggemar(Unedited) Follow Setosorcer and the Team Crafted gang to Minecon and what as everything goes sour. This all happens when the undead attack in a Zombie Apocalypse. Can everyone survive the torment of the undead? Or will the become it instead?
