A/N: This is my first story posted to FanFiction...So it may not be the best. I maybe accepting OC's later in the story...I don't know. Please no flames. Anyways if you want to read about Blackdawn as an older teen go to, The Forbidden Sword. Also, thank you Bluesea17 for encouraging me to finally write this. Please read her story NotchandHerobrine'sSister!
Let the story begin!
I sat in my father's lap as he read the Legend of Herobrine. I occasionally listened, but I stared deep into the fire that burned before us, giving us heat and light on the cool spring night. I was fascinated; I imagined what the Nether looks like. In the Legend of Herobrine, the Nether is described, but with no pictures. No one had been to the Nether, except Steve. But, he was a myth. My family believed in Notch, Herobrine, and such, but I didn't. I mean, who would name himself "Herobrine"? It's so ugly! And, "Notch"? I'm sure you get it.
I felt like I was being stared at, so I turned to look at my dad. He stopped reading, "What is wrong, beloved Dawn?"
I lie, " I was imagining the Nether, that's all."
"You are strange eight year old. You think about the Nether and such, instead of school and friends."
"Well, I-" I was interrupted by my brother opening and slamming the door. Zane called to my mom and sister to come in the main room.
"What is wrong, Zane?" Clara, my sister, asked.
"Father, I was being chased by a whole pack of zombies. We need to leave now." Zane ignored Clara's question.
"Becca, you need to grab the emergency supplies. Clara help your sister pack." Dad ordered.
"Dawn, come now. We need to pack." Clara said. We walked into our room and Clara grabbed our bags. "Pack only essentials."
A few minutes later, my father ran into our room, "Clara, we are leaving now!"
All the sudden, I heard pounding on the door. My father grabbed his iron sword and Zane grabbed his axe. The zombies finally broke down the door and charged at Zane. He chopped its head off.
The men were only able to with hold them for a few minutes. My mother pushed me in front of her and we hid under the table cloth. Mom went and got two knives, one for Clara and one for her.
Suddenly, I heard my brother yell out in pain and heard a thud. I lifted up the cloth a bit so I could see. It was a terrible sight, my brother was being eaten by zombies. My father was in a corner fighting off zombies, my mom crawled out and started to hack and slash at the corpses. It was little use, one bit her on the shoulder and she started to turn green. I turned away with horror, but my father was already on the ground dead.
Next, the table cloth was ripped off the table with great force. A zombie grabbed Clara, and I closed my eyes to stop this horrible nightmare. I heard a thud, and I assumed that was my sister. All of my family, gone within minutes…I lost EVERYTHING.
Dang it zombies, why won't you attack me already. End my miserable life, set me free to be with my family. I heard the zombies start to moan in pain. Many thuds and lots of death ash. I felt a warm hand grab my arm and pull out of my hiding place. I opened my eyes and saw soulless, white eyes.