To Walk

Hard Decisions

WACK
THAT LAST CHAPTER

JUST WACK

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RECAP

HEROBRINE'S POV

          I huffed, "You need not say anything." I turned around and headed for the broken door, "I will bring you food later. For now, stay here. I must process this. Leave at your own risk, I will not be here to protect you."

          I shouldered the door open and forced it closed, stalking off into the gloomy hall. I needed something to take my mind off of this, pent-up anger was causing my head to hurt, making me forget my previous weariness. Perhaps I could go on another killing spree.

          Then, like a beacon going off in my mind, I sensed it.

          A slow grin spread across my face.

          Someone had called for me.

          I closed my eyes and spread my senses, locking down on the exact location of the call.

          A dark laugh made its way out of my throat as I vanished.

          They would regret ever saying my name.

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HEROBRINE'S POV

          I stifled a groan of pain as I teleported and smacked into a tree, again. Resting a bloody hand against it for support, I allowed myself a break, de-summoning my pick, which had become too heavy for my wounded shoulder. Holding my head low, I breathed deeply, shuddering as pain knifed through me with every inhale. If I could just make it to my place of rest, I would be safe, I could heal.

          A jolt of pain coursed through my stomach, and I instantly hunched over, my mouth open in a soundless moan, squeezing my eyes shut. Blood filled my mouth, and I spat it out weakly, leaning even more heavily on the rough bark of my support, the only thing keeping me standing.

          I had not felt this level of pain in years. As much as I hated the thought of it, I had barely gotten out of that fight alive. I had been drained from the beginning, and too focused on the thought of making those arrogant mortals suffer, so I had not been thinking strategically. I should have used longer-range abilities as soon as they had begun calling formations. They had been well-trained, disciplined, even though they seemed terrified at my appearance. I now realized that may have been faked to put me off my guard. Coughing, I allowed myself to slip down the tree and kneel at its base, leaving a blood smear down the bark. Pain snaked through my neck, and I reached up weakly and broke off the long shaft of the arrow buried near my left collarbone, tossing it away. 

           The wind rustled the leaves, ruffling my cloak, which was torn and soaked in my blood, pinned to my back in two places with daggers. Far away, a wolf howled, mixing with the never-ending sounds of the undead. They gave me a wide berth, though the zombies could, undoubtedly, smell my blood. The undead seemed not to favor the blood of immortals. The moon shone down softly but did not reach me, hidden as I was in the shadow of an oak. Only my eyes gave away my position, as they flickered and glowed softly, giving away my weakened condition.