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by HotChetos8

by HotChetos8

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George sighs in disappointment now knowing he has to fight three zombies. He takes a quick deep breath before launching at one of the zombies and pinning it down. He lifts his sword high before sinking it deeply into the zombie's skull. Blood sprays over George's face and chest. He begins to hears heavy breathing slowly get closer behind him. He quickly pulls the blood covered sword out of the first zombie's head and swing it at the one behind him. It swiftly cuts the zombie's head off, leaving barely any blood and a clean cut where the neck should be. Something shoves George to the ground. He looks over to the last zombie creeping up on him. Be grips onto his sword and swings it at the zombie. It cuts half of the zombie's head and blood gushes out. It groans loadly in pain and anger as it swing at George. He catches the zombies hand with his sword and pushes it away. The zombie bends over in pain. George sees this as an opportunity to quickly kill the zombie. He stabs it in the chest and it lets out one last groan before it falls to the ground. He lets out a sigh of relief and gets back to his search.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea..George echoes in his head as he stumbles along a crowd of mobs. He sneaks into the birch forest nearby and hides behind one of the trees. He takes a breather and lifts his head to study the surroundings. But when he looked up, there was only a bow and arrow. He opens his mouth to gasp, but something covers his mouth. It felt like a hand. George shuts his eyes tightly prepared for death. Then the noise of bones ratling start echoing in his ears. He squints on eye open to nothing infront of him, except bones scattered over his feet. The thing covering his mouth slowly slides of. George opens both his eyes and turns to his left to see a tall male figure. The male has a mask covering his face. It desplays a derpy smile. He opens his mouth once again to ask who the figure is, but as he does taller male swiftly cups George's mouth. He tries to quietly warn him not to make any noise.

The taller male grasps onto the shorter male's rist. He pulls George through the woods and towards a village. Greorge, still not ok with what was happening, pulls his rist away from the stranger's grip as they enter the village. "Who are you?!" He asks the stranger in an agitated tone. "Dream." The stranger quickly responds. "Dream...interesting name..." George says suspiciously, pulling out his almost-broken woden sword. 'Dream' takes a few steps back and puts up his hands. "I won't hurt you. I was trying to help." He says trying to defend himself. George stays quiet for a few seconds before putting away his sword. "Promise..?" He asks in an innocent voice. "Promise." Dream nods back. "Ok..." Greorge says, still not trusting the figure's intentions. He follows Dream into a villager's house and watches and sits in the corner. "You look like you need some rest.." He says nudging his eyes to the single bed. "You can go ahead and sleep. I don't need sleep right now." George responds before yawning. "You sure~?" Deam asks in a sarcastic tone. "Ugh, fine!" George say annoyed. He lays down on the bed and begins to drift off. The last thing he sees is Dream's derpy mask and honey hair.
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Two in one day? Cool

3:56am//July 2, 2020//614 words