GRIFFIN, 45, walks into the cave and something got his attention.
A horde of zombies, slowly crawling upon him, he gets his sword, made of precious diamond. He slashes his way out to the cave. Before he gets out, a skeleton shot him into his arm. Making him weak. He struggles the pain when he gets out, leaving him unconscious. The next morning, he found that he was in a bed. A girl came in the door.
"Hi. I found you outside lying on the grass." said the girl nicely
" What happened to me? " said Griffin
" I think you have a temporary loss of memory. Anyway, my name is Jenny. "
" Thank you for healing me. If I'm not found, I'm dead now "
