2012-09-02, 05:34 AM
Metazard wrote:Reason I wrote this: EXTREME boredom.
My name is Steve I am the only survivor. I walk. I don't know why I love it so much but I do. It was a brisk and cold September morning and I was nursing a leg from one of those blasted creepers, such a lonely world filled with only monsters. I think about things when I walk, nice foods and beautiful houses. "Oh if only I could make these things" I thought to myself. I went down to the beach, sand is always nice there. Sitting on a rock isn't paradise but you learn to live with it. Watching the calm still ocean is somewhat, peaceful. I turn to head home but something catches my eye. Clouds. Dreadful things they are. Come in in a matter of seconds and allow the monsters to get out. I worry so I start to run. Have you ever tried running with a sore leg? It's more of a hobble and personally It makes me feel like an old grandparent. Louis used to have a trick to healing wounds, that trick didn't work on zombies. It wasn't always just me you know, there were others, 3 other people to be exact. Louis, our brains, Brian, our muscle, Jerry, the builder and little old me. Me Steve the survivor. Louis, as I said before, was killed by a zombie, he was the first to go. Brian fell of a cliff near water overhang ( an overhang with pools of water in the shade ) finally Jerry died by... -my senses tingle, what was that? All to soon I hear the pitter patter of that dreadful thing. Rain. All most as evil as evil itself that thing is. I left my sword at home,I didn't think I'd need it today, I left in the morning after all. I can hear them stirring, awakening. I run past a tree and up a cliff when suddenly an arrow whizzes past and misses by pixels. Skelton archer again, Im panicking, what do I do!? My survivor instincts take over, I guess that's why they called me the survivor, I brutally punch the skeleton off the cliff and see a pile of bones left. Nearly home. You can always trust a zombie to be around the corner being sneaky, that's just what I got too. I'm facing the zombie when I hear that all too familiar sound of an arrow flying to its target and I close my eyes for the impact. I die. Wait, no I don't, then what did it hit? I open my eyes to see a dead zombie, or should I say deadER, with an arrow in its back. Looking more I see. I see. Another human. "umm hi my name is Steve, thanks for saving me and all but, who are you?" "I am Isabel" she replied.
My name is Steve and I am NOT the only survivor.
OMG make this a story an make them fall in LOOOOOVVEEEEEE