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Branwen stopped fuming about being on another planet the minute she heard the new noise. She had become so used to the sound of the wind and the surf that she had unconsciously blocked them out. Now she heard... moaning? There it was again, over the crackle of the fire... it was definitely someone moaning.
"Hello?" Branwen called, straining to see into the darkness beyond the campfire light. "Are you ok? Are you from the ship?"
Now she heard a gurgling groan, and the sound of feet crunching across the sand. Nervously, Branwen picked up a chunk of driftwood and held it in front of her. "Hello?" she called with less certainty. "Answer me!"
"Uhhhhhnnnnnnn," the gravelly voice responded. Branwen's heart dropped and then started beating frantically when she saw the form that shuffled into the firelight. Green, rotted flesh hung limply from the skull of the creature shambling towards her. Its arms were outstretched, grasping at her. Branwen did the only logical thing she could in the situation; she swung the chunk of wood as hard as she could at the creature's head.
"Gawwwwwwr?" it said accusingly, as it fell over into the fire. Immediately, its old, rotted clothing caught on fire, and the creature kicked futilely once or twice, then gave up and burned.
Now, Branwen was angry. "REALLY?" she yelled at the night sky. "Zombies? REALLY? This vacation SUCKS!"
Branwen decided the wisest course of action would be to spend the night up a tree. She wasn't sure if zombies were any good at climbing, but she figured she could knock them out of the tree before they reached her. Branwen scrambled over the sandy dunes and headed for the trees. Fortunately, the moonlight didn't leave her totally blind. She found a climbable tree and heaved herself up into it. Branwen clambored up fifteen feet or so and wedged herself in the crotch of a couple of sturdy limbs. There. If she actually managed to fall asleep, she wasn't likely to fall out.
Panic gave way to exhaustion, and finally Branwen was able to shut her eyes and sleep fitfully in her leafy bed.
"Maaaaaaaaaaa."
ZOMBIE! Branwen woke with a start. Oh crap, I'm in a tree! she remembered. The sun had broken over the horizon, and the sunlight filtered through the thick leaves of Branwen's tree.
"Maaaaaaaaaaa?"
NOT zombie. That's not a zombie noise. Branwen looked down to the base of her tree. Sheep?
"Maaaaaaaaaa!" The fat sheep looked up at Branwen quizzically. It had never seen a person in a tree before.
"What are YOU looking at?" Branwen growled. Startled, the sheep turned and scampered off a few feet distant. Then the wooly creature was distracted by a clump of green grass and started clipping it off delicately, already forgetting the strange person up the tree.
Branwen painfully slid down to the ground with a thump. Well, she wasn't alone here. There was a sheep. And zombies. Who knew what else was on this weird planet? Today was the day she was about to find out.
"Hello?" Branwen called, straining to see into the darkness beyond the campfire light. "Are you ok? Are you from the ship?"
Now she heard a gurgling groan, and the sound of feet crunching across the sand. Nervously, Branwen picked up a chunk of driftwood and held it in front of her. "Hello?" she called with less certainty. "Answer me!"
"Uhhhhhnnnnnnn," the gravelly voice responded. Branwen's heart dropped and then started beating frantically when she saw the form that shuffled into the firelight. Green, rotted flesh hung limply from the skull of the creature shambling towards her. Its arms were outstretched, grasping at her. Branwen did the only logical thing she could in the situation; she swung the chunk of wood as hard as she could at the creature's head.
"Gawwwwwwr?" it said accusingly, as it fell over into the fire. Immediately, its old, rotted clothing caught on fire, and the creature kicked futilely once or twice, then gave up and burned.
Now, Branwen was angry. "REALLY?" she yelled at the night sky. "Zombies? REALLY? This vacation SUCKS!"
Branwen decided the wisest course of action would be to spend the night up a tree. She wasn't sure if zombies were any good at climbing, but she figured she could knock them out of the tree before they reached her. Branwen scrambled over the sandy dunes and headed for the trees. Fortunately, the moonlight didn't leave her totally blind. She found a climbable tree and heaved herself up into it. Branwen clambored up fifteen feet or so and wedged herself in the crotch of a couple of sturdy limbs. There. If she actually managed to fall asleep, she wasn't likely to fall out.
Panic gave way to exhaustion, and finally Branwen was able to shut her eyes and sleep fitfully in her leafy bed.
"Maaaaaaaaaaa."
ZOMBIE! Branwen woke with a start. Oh crap, I'm in a tree! she remembered. The sun had broken over the horizon, and the sunlight filtered through the thick leaves of Branwen's tree.
"Maaaaaaaaaaa?"
NOT zombie. That's not a zombie noise. Branwen looked down to the base of her tree. Sheep?
"Maaaaaaaaaa!" The fat sheep looked up at Branwen quizzically. It had never seen a person in a tree before.
"What are YOU looking at?" Branwen growled. Startled, the sheep turned and scampered off a few feet distant. Then the wooly creature was distracted by a clump of green grass and started clipping it off delicately, already forgetting the strange person up the tree.
Branwen painfully slid down to the ground with a thump. Well, she wasn't alone here. There was a sheep. And zombies. Who knew what else was on this weird planet? Today was the day she was about to find out.
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You should write adventure books about minecraft ;]
I love ur stories.
Can you pm the download link of the novel??? :D