Alex reached into her mind and hit sneak. Her feet no longer made a sound. The only thing she could hear was quiet moaning from the idiotic zombie she was trying to ambush. As she cut her silver blade through his neck, a feeling of pride rising in her, she felt a villager hand tap her shoulder.

"Alex?" Her friend Sara said, staring at the scene that lay before her. "Jitters much?"

"The priest is testing us on our combat skills. Who isn't nervous?" She let out a puff of breath, collecting the raining expierience. Everyone else had left at the sight of the sunset.

"Let's go get our armor. Tonight's our watch" Sara suggested, trying to get the test out of Alex's mind.

Alex and Sara trudged up the hill, swords in hand. They slipped on their chainmail armor and waited for what they knew was coming. A surge of green pierced the calm night as the zombies made their rounds. They looked harshly at the warriors attacking their comrades, until only the middle zombie was left. As the daylight streamed in, it burned, leaving the warriors to congratulate each other. Alex walked away to the forest, planning to toss all the rotten flesh she had picked up along the way. Peering through the trees, she spotted two blue eyes staring at her. A boy in blue and gray walked up to her, his axe made of wood. Alex smiled.

"Greetings!" She said, tilting her head slightly.

"Do you know where I could find Alex the warrior?"

Alex blushed at the mighty title.

"Right here."