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by Billy Miner

  “An army of what? Skeletons?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Is that why they have skeletons on their flags and shields?”

  “You’re a pretty smart cookie, aren’t you?”

  “I am sorry, sir. I am new to all of this. If they are raising an army of skeletons, then what are you going to do about it?”

  “Oh, it’s very simple. We will raise our own army. We have our own wizards and necromancers. But our army will consist of zombies. Zombies are a lot stronger; at least that is my opinion. So we just have to be ahead of them or strike back when they come at us.”

  “Y-you have wizards that can… uhm… raise the dead?” Gardiff stammered.

  “Yes. What’s it to you?”

  “Oh, uhm… nothing. I guess that you have it all covered then, don’t you?”

  “Of course. We will push them back and do the exact thing they were planning to do with us.” The ruler became a little angrier and clenched his fist. “We will let them know not to mess with us any longer. We will unleash the zombie army and take over every town in the country. Then it will be us, the most powerful people in these lands, that will rule. Everyone will submit to us or die. And this will be the beginning of a new era.”

  “Really. Th-that sounds great. Yes! Go zombie village!” Gardiff said a little sheepishly. He was already seeing the craziness of both towns, and he figured that it would be unwise to question this lunatic’s plans.

  “Thank you for notifying me,” the ruler said. “I will take it from here.”

  “You’re very welcome,” Gardiff said as he slowly left the room.

  When he came outside, he scratched his head. All kinds of things went through his head. Somehow, he had to stop this thing from happening, but what was he going to do?

  He walked outside the village walls in the direction of the black-and-white town. When he came to the middle, right in between the two towns, he found himself on a large, empty field. There were a few random bushes, but for the most part, there was only sand and rocks and some patches of grass. Seriously? Was this going to be the battlefield? Gardiff wondered what would happen if this clash of these two clans, these people, was going to be real, if it would just affect them or if it would spread across the world. The ruler of the green village said they would take over every country with their zombie army. If that would be the case, then this disaster had to be prevented somehow.

  As he kept thinking about it, he almost didn’t realize that there were too armies coming at him, both from a different direction. They were still far away, appearing only as little dots in the distance, but they were increasing in speed. When Gardiff turned both ways to take a look, it sunk in what was happening. It just became real.

  The two armies had been summoned.

  At the head of each army stood a necromancer, a dark figure with a cape or mantle and a rod in their hands. They were holding up their rods and shouting at their armies, encouraging them to press forward and attack. Hundreds of zombies were coming from the right side, and an equal number of skeletons were approaching him from the left.

  He turned left.

  He turned right.

  He was stuck in the middle. These two armies of the undead would soon engage in battle and crash at him. It was going to be a slaughter. Gardiff became extremely nervous. He was clueless and terrified.

  But then he remembered that he had a sword to defend himself. He pulled the weapon out of its sheath and held it up. A powerful force with an intrinsic feeling went through his spine. There was something strange about this sword that he had injected into the TNT block earlier. He sensed it. It became stronger and stronger. It was as if it was loading up explosive energy.

  “Wraaaaaah!” he yelled, feeling the power and intensity of the sword.

  The armies were close now. They were clearly visible and immensely creepy to look upon. It would only be seconds until the necromancers and their rotting, decaying armies and undead corpses would plant their weapons in the innocent hero, as well as in each other.

  But then Gardiff felt a compelling force that made him crush the sword down and stab it into the ground.

  Kaboooooooooooooom!

  After thrusting it into the soil, an explosion emanated from the center of the sword, spreading in circles like a rapid wave to all the combatants and destroying every form of life around it. The perimeter expanded quickly and powerfully, causing the whole area between the two towns to explode. It was the most impressive, intense moment in their history. Smoked evaporated from the scene for a while, making it impossible to see what had just occurred.

  When the smoke was gone, Gardiff was still sitting on one knee, tightly holding onto the sword that he had stuck into the soil. He looked down, as if he had just experienced a severe shock. It was lifeless around him. There was no movement. When he finally came to his senses, he stood up, pulled out the sword, and look at the fields.

  All skeletons and zombies were dead. They were heaped up on various small piles, and so were the two necromancers. Some of their bodies were still burning while others were completely incinerated and left to ashes.

  “Wow,” Gardiff said softly.

  He didn’t expect this to happen. What a powerful sword!

  But then it all started to make sense. A feeling of pride and relief came over him when he realized that he had just saved all the nations from these undead armies, just like it said in the prophecy. He touched his face and felt the scar that was left from the fight with the robbers. It was amazing how all these events had come together.

  And now, there was only one thing left to do: Rescue his father, if he was still alive.

  Entry 7: Father

  Gardiff stepped over all the corpses and went to the skeleton town. The guards were gone.

  Odd.

  He noticed, as he was walking through the streets, that everybody else was gone too. Where did they all go? The big crowd of villagers that he had seen earlier had completely disappeared.

  Gardiff kept walking and saw a bunch of eyes staring at him through the windows of the houses. Ah, so that’s where they all went. They were all hiding. They must have known about the upcoming fight and decided to stay in their homes. Such corrupted villagers! If they knew about it and didn’t do anything, then they probably approved. Ughh… what was he going to do with these incorrigible people?

  He was sick of it.

  He wanted answers.

  And since he was the only one who had the guts to be outside, he assumed the villagers were scared of him. At that point, it would be good to use that to his advantage. So he looked around and then tried to go inside one of the houses. When he noticed it was locked, Gardiff kicked in the door and stormed in, holding his sword in front of him. A shaking little family was hiding in the corner of the room.

  “Where do they hold the prisoners in this town?!” Gardiff yelled. “Tell me! Now!!!”

  “Uhm… they are underneath the town building, in the center,” the father said. “Please don’t hurt us. We didn’t summon the skeletons. The wizard did.”

  “I don’t care,” Gardiff said. “They are all dead. You can come out now. Your pathetic little army exploded in one move. Get a life and stop bothering the people in the other village.”

  With those words, he walked out and headed towards the town center. A similar scenario took place in that building, having the new warrior storm in, threaten a few guards and acquiring the keys to the cells in the basement.

  He left the terrified guards where they were and went down the stairs. It was a dark, humid place, a damp prison for those who opposed the views of this town.

  “Dad?!” Gardiff shouted.

  At first, he heard nothing, but then a small voice from a shady corner answered.

  “Is-is that you, son?”

  “Dad!” Gardiff said as he approached his cell.

  His father was in tears. “I knew you would come,” he said. “It was destiny.”

  “Dad, let me
get you out of here. We’re going home.”

  When he opened the cell door, his dad embraced him and held him for a little while. Then he followed him up the stairs and out of the building. Together, they watched several citizens carefully come out of their homes while leaving the village. On the way out, Gardiff gave his father something to eat before heading up towards the mountains.

  Entry 8: Release from Doubt

  “Why were you captured?” Gardiff asked his father.

  “I was onto them,” his father answered. “I knew what they were planning to do. I saw it in a vision, and I told people about it in town. But nobody believed me. They even started gossiping about me. I thought it would be important to know, but all they were saying, was that I was falsely making up doomsday ideas. But really, this is what I saw. At first, though, I didn’t realize it would be you who would save the day. But now that I see the scar on your face, it makes a lot of sense. Where did you get that scar?”

  “Oh, I got robbed, but I defended myself and survived. No big deal, you know?”

  His father laughed. “You talk about it as if it was nothing.”

  “Yeah, I was just kidding. It was intense, and I hope it will never happen again, because I almost lost my life. But dad, you still haven’t answered my question. How come they kidnapped you?”

  “Someone in town was related to one of those barbaric people in the skeleton town and told them about it. When they became aware of my visions, they simply barged in and took me away from your mother and you. It was one of the worst days of my life.”

  “I can imagine. It was the same for me. I just suddenly lost my dad and my mom didn’t want to talk about it.”

  “That will be one person who will be glad to see me,” his father said while staring in front of him.

  “I am sure she will,” Gardiff said. “What do you think will happen to those two towns in Mine Valley now?”

  “I don’t care,” his father said. “Let them fight over it. At least they won’t be threat to us, since their wizards are gone. They are gone aren’t they? And oh… that reminds me… could you explain what happened there? I still don’t understand. You mentioned something earlier about an explosion? How did you do that? I heard it from my cell the whole ground was shaking.”

  “It was the sword,” Gardiff said.

  “The sword?”

  “Yes. I thrust it into a TNT block and only moments later, it was filled with power. When the two armies were about to dash and slash into each other, I stabbed the sword into the ground and it caused a giant explosion.”

  “Wow. That’s impressive. I didn’t know you could do that.”

  “I didn’t know about it either, but apparently it works.”

  “Well, son, I am proud of you. And now that I think of it, I guess my prophecy wouldn’t have come true if I hadn’t written it down.”

  “You’re right. It only happened because I read it and decided to come to this valley. Your prophecy didn’t just predict it; it made sure it would happen.”

  “Strange.”

  They both laughed.

  “A self-fulfilling prophecy. Pretty strange indeed,” Gardiff said.

  THE END

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  Minecraft Apocalypse

  Diary of a Minecraft Apocalypse

  By Billy Miner

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: Desolation

  Entry 2: Where It Started

  Entry 3: The Note

  Entry 4: Journey across the Land

  Entry 5: Survival Stories

  Entry 6: Unsafe

  Entry 7: Newness

  Introduction

  In this Minecraft apocalypse story, you will find out what happened when a small group of young survivors combines forces and tries to fight off the hordes of zombies coming at them.

  Flashbacks of the pre-apocalypse era bring variety to the story, and the start of a new civilization is the goal of these heroic tough guys and girls. Read an action-packed diary about the struggles of some members of a former, destroyed society who are on their way to rebuild everything from the beginning, a new beginning…

  Entry 1: Desolation

  Dear diary…

  No, no, no… that’s not how I should start. I am a tough dude for crying out loud! Let’s start over, because it may be diary but that doesn’t mean I have to sound like a wimp. These are hard times, so let’s put it in a way that will get the adrenaline in your blood going.

  Look, we had just barely arrived at the stupid barn, but as soon as we got there, the zombies were already pounding at the doors. They just wouldn’t go away. A constant howling, gnashing of teeth, and wailing were heard. Their noises were renting the air, as it were, and the reeking odor of dead corpses entered our senses each day we fled.

  There were hundreds of them… THOUSANDS of them. I lost count of how many I already killed. Two of my friends were keepings score though. I think one of them already reached number 843 or something. It was a cool hobby if you ask me; something to keep them busy and help them focus on other things.

  Not me though. Such trivial activities didn’t occupy my mind. I was only obsessed with one thing: Finding civilization. I just knew there were others out there like us. Others who had survived the disaster and were now waiting for a rescue or were building up their society the way it used to be.

  But listen to me rambling about this or that. I am sure you get the picture. We were stuck in a barn, surrounded by zombies, thinking that we would be safe but finding out that quite the opposite was true. Let me introduce myself and my team to you.

  There were four of us:

  First there was me.

  My name is Mike. I am 23 years old. I had been fighting zombies for a whole year and it was almost as if I did nothing else in life. Of course I was just a student when the whole thing came crumbling down on us and panic arose, but that’s another story. Le
t me assure you that my favorite weapon was a golden sword. Don’t ask me how I found it. I just did; and besides, that too, is another story.

  Then there was Harvey. He was 19. He still had a hard time adjusting to the situation, and he showed off all the time because his hormones went up and down all day. The fact that there were two girls and two guys made him go a little crazy sometimes, and he definitely liked the brunette. Either way, they flirted back and forth all the time, which put me and the other girl in an awkward position. Harvey’s favorite sword was an iron axe. He got it from a barn just like this one, and he never parted with it since.

  The third member of our little made-up team was Samantha. She was only 18 years old and had just finished high school when the zombies attacked. Her brown hair and blue eyes made her a target for many flirtatious guys in school, and the fact that she had been a cheerleader all that time made it worse. All she ever talked about, was make up, hair, clothes, and nails. She wore short skirts and tight shirts all day, and I doubt that she ever got good grades in school, because I’ve seen her handwriting and spelling… Awful… Like I said, she flirted a lot with Harvey—the only guy in the vicinity that would show interest in her—but I often wondered if she was really into him or if she just liked the attention. By the way, she often used a stone shovel to defend herself. Sometimes I caught her throwing a bottle of perfume or nail polish remover in a zombie’s face. Ten points for creativity every time.

  The last one in our group was Lilly. In my eyes, she was a lot smarter than the brunette, and contrary to the popular opinion about her hair color, this blond was a bright, strong survivor. With her iron pickaxe, she would bust the heads of countless zombies and pull out her weapon within seconds each time as if she had been fighting all her life. It was always a pleasure to watch her from the corner of my eyes, especially when her hips swung one way and her arms the other… it was just amazing how she… well… anyway, I am daydreaming here. Lilly was 21 and she had a cute face, but she didn’t put a lot of effort into beautifying herself. She was in survival mode, and she just had a way to get things done quickly, working on solutions and quick ideas to get us to the next place.