Lost? [Hermitcraft S7 AU]

II SCARS

[Little blood warning]

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Panting, Grian made his way through the room as fast as he could. One bite and he would be a gonner.

I gotta get that sword if I'm getting out of here!

He grabbed onto the ledge of the entrance, when suddenly something grabbed onto him.

"Aah! No!" He yelled out loud, staring back into the eyes of the green monster. Pain seeped through his body.

He groaned and reached for the sword he laid beside the bag.

In one movement me manages to knock the zombie of his heel while still holding onto the ledge. He sighed of relief and quickly pulled himself out if the water.

He may have dropped all of the planks, but that was behind him now.

Grian watched as the wounded creature stumbles in the water.

Oh, man.

He decided to take a minute and think, stepping a fair distance away from the horrid room and sitting down.

I should ask mumbo if he could help me. And why not scar too.
Scar. I hope he's okay.

He gathered his things and started to stand.

Ow, I guess he got me good.

The nail marks imprinted on his skin made his heel go purple. Blood stained his grey shoes and pantleg.

Man, I didnt come prepared at all... this could have gone way worse too.

He disregarded the blood and slipped on the bag. It was getting cold, but at least the bag was still dry.

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His leg wrapped in fresh gauze, Grian pulled out another tan peice of paper.

Hey mumbo! It has been a few days and I'm wondering I'd you'd like to come over and talk. I need your help for something. Thanks, Grian.

He pulled one of many minecarts onto the rails and gently placed the paper inside. With one push, it was gone.

Hopefully he checks his mail.

Grian laughed to himself. Mumbo is very forgetful.

Hahah, maybe I should pay him a visit instead.

Meanwhile, he strolled over to his kitchen, pulling out some bread for a sandwich. He hadn't eaten all day.

Rain started to pour harder on the jungle. The patter at the window put his mind at ease.

Prof. Beak perched himself on the counter. He eyed the bread intently.

"Pesky bird," he said, laughing. "I'll give you some dont worry." Grian tore off a part of the crust and gave it to him.

Though part of him was still weary, so long as he had mumbo and scar, everything would be fine.

Right?

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Hope you guys enjoyed! I dont even know if bread is good for birds but whatever. Anyways, have a good day from me to you. <3