Out of all the players I could have come across, I had to run into the one with the diamond sword.

Time seems to slow as he lifts up his expensive weapon and positions it, preparing to slash me. The glow on the sword makes me hopeless. I won't last very long against it. At least my death will be a quick one. I can't run away, I'm not fast enough. The sword is already raised; all I can do is wait to die.

I look over at a fellow zombie across the way- not for help, but out of jealousy. His golden armor protects him from any malicious attacks. The axe he wields wards off enemies. Just because I don't have any fancy equipment doesn't mean I deserve to die.

The first blow sets in. The pain overcomes me to the point of numbness. "This is taking too long- just finish me!" I think to myself. The player grins as he pulls back his sword. He must enjoy this. The player never thinks of the life they are destroying- they just hack away with their sword.

I'm grateful when the player finishes his recoil and the sword once again begins the ascent towards me, but the grip is lost and the sword plummets to the ground. His other hand grabs a bow- I wish I could have the privilege of choosing a weapon. I'm helpless.

The world still moves slowly. The string draws back. An arrow is set in position. Let me have it, please. Is this the final blow? The anticipation is killing me- but death is close already.

The arrow fires towards me, piercing into what once was my heart. My heart- the center of emotions. I fall back slowly, darkness surrounding me. I think of my lack of luck, the pampered zombie, and the cruelty of the player.

Then everything goes black.