Sunday, August 25, 2013

Stranded Pt 3


So what did we do? We had nothing. The zombies ran at us. I was almost paralyzed with fear.

“What now?” Lee asked desperately. I looked down. Of course! We had to dig straight down. I told Lee, and he immediately went down. I followed. The zombies did as well, but by then the fall was too great for anything to survive.
“YAY!” Lee cried.
“We did it!” We were overjoyed. I hugged Lee in relief. Then, something caught my eye. Gold.

“Lee, look behind you!”
“I thought there weren’t any zombies...GOLD!! Let’s get it!”
“WAIT!!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Our pickaxes aren’t strong enough.” We both looked at our pickaxes. A tear ran down Lee’s cheek.
“C’mon,”Lee said sadly, “let’s go.

I felt sad for Lee. Going through all that trouble just to find out that we couldn’t get gold. Then, I remembered something. When we in the cave, I got iron. We could use it to make an iron pickaxe, and get the goods.

I told Lee, and the his pupils went from brown to green money signs.
“Are you alright?” I asked. Lee didn’t answer. He just ran to the gold area.
“I’m gonna be rich!!” Lee yelled. I did a facepalm. We didn’t even make the iron pickaxe yet.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!” Lee screamed.
“This is a pickaxe of stone! You lied to me!”
“We haven’t even MADE the pickaxe yet. Stop whining.” Lee climbed up, and when he got to the stairs, I called to Lee. He turned around. A zombie had a sword and it ran at Lee. He took out the stone pickaxe, and used it to fight. Lee was the better fighter, and it seemed like he’d win. He did. The zombie ran away.

Lee came back inside, but the he ran at me. My eyes followed him. Then, SHUNK! The zombie Lee fought went round to stab me, but Lee sacrificed himself. But because of that, I was in so much trouble.

A zombie with a sword ready to kill. My only help had sacrificed himself, leaving me alone. Defenceless.
“Lee’s lucky that he’s in the afterlife!” I muttered.



The zombie walked closer to me. I didn’t know what to do. Then I looked at the furnace. Then the chest. Maybe I could shove the zombie in the furnace and hide in the chest. No. That wouldn’t work. The zombie had a sword.

Then I looked at the crafting table. The iron pickaxe! It was lying there when the zombie came to stab me. I picked it up, and then it was like one of those action movie sword-fighting scenes. Except I had a pickaxe.

Luckily for me, the zombie had my wooden sword, and soon enough the sword broke. The zombie looked like it was begging for mercy. I felt no mercy at all. I took the zombie to the furnace, and shoved it in.

“You kill my friend,” I said angrily, “I take your life.”

When the next day rolled around, I was slowly walking around the island. I don’t think I could last another night. Then, I heard a boat. My head spun around to the approaching boat.

It was getting closer. And closer. Then, I saw 2 people. My friend Vaifoa. We first met on Minecraft, and now I see him come to my rescue. I took a breath of relief. Time to go home.

But then something bad happened. A stupid squid came mindlessly up and broke the boat. I ran to save my friend. When I got him out of the water, I told him of what happened recently.

He was shocked. I turned back to Vaifoa. The squid was on in head. I helped take it off. But then the island shook.
“What was that!?” Vaifoa asked.
“Probably that active volcano.”
“WHAT!? You never told me!”
“Well hey! I only noticed the volcano now!”
“What! You never noticed a massive volcano which your house is right next to!?” The island rumbled again.

Me and Vaifoa decided to fix the boat. We spent day and night working on it. And by the next day it was almost done, when disaster struck. The volcano erupted. We tested the boat, but it needed power. Where could we get power? From the lava.

The lava got closer.

And closer.

And closer.

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