Hi i'm Michael,

I was brought up fighting zombies. My father and I were out just collecting wood nothing unusual we did it nearly everyday. We decided to go somewhere new just to get some better wood, some oak. I wish we never did.

A creeper was down in the valley. We got our bows out and aimed at it. We both hit it and it died. We were cerebating the first creeper kill in over a month. Suddenly a Creeper from nowhere fell on us and exploded. My dad was just lying there, barely alive. An arm fell and hit my leg. I suddenly vomitted. We were surronded by some sort of zombie king. He took me underground to a prison cell.

I had to go days without food. That was 4 years ago and i am now 15 Years Old.

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Thanks for reading, Like/Diamond for PT.2 

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