This is the sequel to chapter one, 'Cheap Holiday', find it here! :D

http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/cheap-holiday/

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I called him Plumpy.

That's probably not his name, he probably doesn't even have a name, it just seemed like a pretty fitting description for the 240 pounds-worth of pork that just knocked me out. I woke up to the sand on my face being licked off by the same over-sized piece of bacon.

'Get off me, Fatty,'.

I bit my tongue, so it probably sounded more like 'Gerrroffmeefatttyy'. Fortunately, he speaks mumble. He ceased the licking and trotted back. He had the kind of soppy expression on his face as if he expected thanks for something. Well, he sure isn't getting any thanks from me.

Did I ask to be jumped on my a pig? No.

'Don't give me that look. You're lucky I'm not going to eat you. I'm bloody hungry...,' I moaned. He seemed to get the message at that, and turned away offended, snout held high.

Fine. I didn't ask for a pig friend anyway.

Hauling myself to my feet, I stretch and look down at the soppy animal. He looks back sulkily.

'Right, I need food and somewhere to stay. If you happen to know the location of a convenient house, now would be the time to tell me.' I say. He just looks at me with the same piggy eyes. 'Didn't think so. Okay, well, there's no point standing round here, I'm not gunna stay in a sandcastle.' I turned and walked into the tree-line. Plumpy grudgingly followed at a trot.

I don't know how long we walked for. Probably more than a couple of hours though, judging by how much my feet were aching. Why oh why couldn't this place be flat? The whole stretch of forest seemed to be on a slight incline, making traveling on foot a slow and painful experience. That wasn't the worst thing, oh no. This whole place was teeming with annoying mosquitoes and other biting critters. The little buggers got at my skin and after a while my arms erupted in a rash. Seems like I'm allergic to insect bites. Brilliant. If only I had my bag. I still had a half-used tube of mosquito repellent in there. Why I'd need that in London, I don't know. But I needed it now, and it wasn't here. Damn it.

Judging by the sun, it was gunna get dark in about an hour, and to be honest, I hate this place enough during daytime, I have no plans to be walking round here at night. I dragged myself on, but we needed a rest. Plumpy was on his last trotters, I could tell. We managed about another 15 minutes walking before he just sat down in a pile of leaves, and refused to budge.

'C'mon Plumpy, it might not even be that far 'til we find somewhere to stay. We're not going to get dinner by sitting here.' I said, sitting on a mossy rock next to him. I got no response, apart from what looked like a 'You seriously expect me to move?' look. I could tell he wasn't going to be going anywhere, anytime soon. 'Fine. Have it your way. I'm off to find dinner.'. With that, I stood up, and went off in the direction of some birdsong in the distance. It's the only sound we've been hearing out here, and so far, probably our only source of food. Plumpy stayed sat down, surprisingly. I'd have thought he'd follow, but apparently the prospect of roasted sparrow just wasn't enough motivation.

After barely three minutes of walking, I heard a terrible sound. A high-pitched squeal shattered the relative quiet of the forest. Everything froze. Not even the birds were making any noise.

Ah Crap. Plumpy.

I turned around and picked up a branch from the floor; my only weapon against whatever had got the pig, and shot off back towards where I left him. Well, when I say, shot off, I mean, a mediocre jog. I was never great at running. My PE teacher loved embarrassing me by putting me in the 200m on Sports Day, only to watch me come last. Every time. I wasn't overweight or anything, but I guess speed just wasn't my forté. I don't even know why I was being the hero. Plumpy was just a pig, and if anything, he's done nothing but injure me and slow me down. I guess I must be getting attached to the big ol' pork chop.

Everything was silent in the forest, but to me, there was nothing but noise. The wind rushing past my face, my own breath, and the dull thuds as my feet took the forest floor at three strides a second made a huge racket.

Forgetting the heroic entrance, a rouge tree root decided to trip me up, and I fell into the small clearing where I left Plumpy. Scrambling to my feet, I look up.

No Plumpy.

I could see the patch of ground where he'd been sitting, and I could vaguely smell his musty scent, but other than that, nothing. I looked all around, determined to find some clue as to where he's gone.

Maybe that wasn't a good idea. Maybe I should've just left it, and gone to find shelter, as night was fast approaching. Maybe I should have realized that he's just a pig; not worth my time. But I didn't. I looked for a clue, and oh boy I found one.

Grazing the floor, a drag line stretched diagonally across the clearing and off into the trees. I knelt down next to it and looked closer. Even under the low light of sunset, I could see it: decorating the drag line was a long streak of scarlet. Blood. Plumpy is hurt.

Once again, I went hero, and, gripping my branch like a sword, set off through the undergrowth, following the bloody clue.

Forget the cheap holiday; This was a nightmare vacation.

No one takes my bacon.

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Yes, this is the sequel to my previous chapter, 'Cheap Holiday'! From what I could tell, you guys enjoyed the first chapter, and you were all nothing but kind and supportive in your feedback. I'm very grateful for that. :) I told you I might bring out a part two, and since you guys have been so nice, I have. I really hope you enjoy this. Sorry for the delay, It took me a while longer than the other one to write, but I'm relatively happy with the result, as I hope you will be.

I've decided that I'm not going to come up with a main name for this series of chapters just yet, instead I will be naming each chapter separately. :3

As you can tell, our main character doesn't have a name! :o So I'm opening up to suggestions for a name. :D (Keep it clean, Dudes and Dudines)

A Diamond and/or clicking on Subscribe would mean a lot to me, and once again, I hope to bring out a third chapter if you like this one. :3

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