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Do you want to hear the untold legend? (Seriously, nobody knows about it.) Well, this is the story of the Legendary Hero, Snowy.
Snowy used to be an ordinary girl, wandering around the world, without worries, until one fateful day, whilst she was walking home from school, hell sprawled through erupting cracks in the depths of the ocean. Monsters arose from the waters, firing at the people within eyesight. Merchants, sheep, and even pigs were obliterated. Hell was consuming the earth she used to know it. Snowy, was alone.
Three years had past since Hell broke loose. Heaven was destroyed and an outrageous infection, re-animated corpses. The un-infected gathered in villages out in the wilderness. Snowy wandered through the world alone and without hope.
Finishing off her last taco, Snowy wondered, “Will I ever see them again?”. She licked her fingers and headed off to the forest to gather wood. The forest was cozy. It wasn’t too humid and had a few animals in it. Insects weren’t a problem, as they all died along with the people. Some say the insects became the darkness, but those people are insane and on the verge of death.
The Merchants weren’t the only ones that provided food at valuables. Looting became common and part of everyday life for Snowy. Everybody in the cities was dead, and those in the villages were mutating quickly. Everything seemed to happen so quickly three years ago, but now it seemed like time was slowly stopping, like water turning into ice.
The Evil from Hell covered the whole earth. Portals to the underworld had been created and gates to heaven had been opened. People say a mighty dragon known as “Ender” roams the land of the gods now, and monsters of hell still lurk around in the depths of their homeland. A rebellion amongst the survivors is not an option, because they are too weak. They don’t know how to fight and they never will. Their power was drained the moment their loved ones die. They have no will anymore.
Snowy despised the weak and wanted to rebel. She often took trips into caves, looking for materials capable of making tools and armor with. Her eyes lit up when she saw a bright, sparkly rock in the cave wall, deep below her home in the forest.
Snowy had a lot of free time when she was in the woods. Between fighting Animated Corpses and getting resources, she would often pick up a brush and paint art with the blood of her enemies. Snowy wasn’t the only one trying to fight against the evilness that had invaded the earth. She had a pet sheep named “Fanjawi”, who followed her from the moment he saw her art. Together, they went everywhere and anywhere. They were fearless when together.
Sweat dripped down Snowy's forehead as she, astride Fanjawi, lumbered across the vast sands. Her eyes glanced up for a moment and widened with the sight of one of the infected, striding towards her. Snowy opened her bag and whipped out a glistening diamond sword. The sword gave her a sense of power and energy seeped into her arm and through her body. She launched herself off the ground, holding her sword above her head, ready to strike. Her sword fell, yet the corpse was not affected by the damage. Blood spurted out of the gaping hole in its head, but the creature continued limping forward, looking Fanjawi directly in the eye. Fanjawi’s heart started racing, and his body shook out of fear. The un-dead continued towards Fanjawi, with blood dripping off its head and onto the ground. Snowy was disgraced by her attack failing. She readied her bow with three arrows, taking aim at the corpses legs. Everything slowed down as the arrows were shot. The blood stopped dripping, and Fanjawi stopped shaking. The arrows were flung off the bow, gliding gracefully through the air as if they were birds soaring in the skies. A crack sounded as two of the fired arrows hit the monsters legs and amputated them. The Zombie started falling to the ground, disabled and confused by the arrows. Blood started spewing out of the corpses head, onto Fanjawi, as the last arrow, smashed through its skull and darted into the horizon. The body went limp as if it were sleeping, and halted as if forbidden to move. Fanjawi slowly approached the corpse and nudged it lightly with his foot. Once he had confirmed that it was truly dead, Snowy joined him and inspected the body. It was green and seemed damaged all over. The hair was gone and the eyes resembled the night sky. Fanjawi noticed a piece of paper in it’s blue trousers. He gave Snowy a worried look and grabbed the paper with his mouth for Snowy to see. Snowy took the paper and examined its sides. On the front it read “Ender”, and the back had words written on it. “Is this a letter?”, Snowy asked herself. She started reading the lines out loud so Fanjawi could attend:

Darkness is rising once again.
Hell shall emerge inject the gods pain.
Life as it is, will halt as it was,
and start new as darkness shall cause.
The attacks will begin tonight.
Hell will rain down upon the last light.
The –


The rest of the letter was covered with the warm blood of the Zombie. Snowy and Fanjawi understood what the letter meant. Hell was going to exterminate all life and attack the final stronghold of people. The sky exploded with light as the night broke through a hole. Snowy and Fanjawi started running towards the darkening pit in the sky, with blood dripping from their bodies and sweat breaking through their skin. The city, McHive, was under attack.