Hello, this is Action Sauce again. I'm very sorry for the inactivity, I was working on this story. I promise you, this story will not die away like the others have. I've got everything planned out.

And guess what? I will be having an OC contest! Yay!

Ahem, anyways, back to the story. I will be dividing this fanfic into 3 parts. There will be a break between each part, so don't get too excited. And for those of you who read my other fanfic, you will be surprised to hear that this is not horror. I realized that the people on this site don't really like scary stuff, so I decided to write this. Although technically, horror was my "specialty", I guarantee you that this will be just as good.

Read, review and enjoy!


"Hello, this is a message for anyone who might still be alive in the world."

I groaned, rolling over in my bed. Reaching out, I smacked the snooze button, and the radio shut off. Closing my eyes, I pulled the covers around me and tried to fall asleep. It was Christmas Day today, all work was cancelled. I could finally sleep in.

I turned over in my bed. Tomorrow I'd have to go back to work, again. Everyone who was sixteen or over had to go to work and my birthday just passed eight days ago. The next day, I'd find myself shoveling snow off of Librarian Renold's front yard. Joy.

Librarian Renold hated me, and the feeling was mutual. He always made condescending comments about my farmer's clothes and my disheveled hair. The first week, all I could think about was setting the library on fire when Renold wasn't looking. I'd punch that sneer off his ugly face, if it was the last thing I did.

I turned over and tried to sleep, when something hit me. My eyes shot open as I registered what just happened. What the hell did that guy on the radio say?

I reached over and turned on the radio, pulling up the covers around me for warmth. The old machine crackled to life, and the man began talking.

"…stay where you are, do not go outside unarmed. Things have been happening in Minecraftia, a cataclysmic event. You must make your way to the Survivor's Ark immediately."

The Survivor's Ark? The term seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I rubbed my eyes, and my drowsy brain struggled to process the stream of information coming from the radio.

"The virus has become airborne, it is highly recommended to wear gas masks and protective clothing to decrease the chances of infection. Also, make no physical contact with any of the infected. No help will come to them, the best cure is death."

What virus? What the hell was this guy talking about? I leaned closer to the radio, pressing my ear against the speaker.

"Find any combat and medical equipment you might have in your home, take at least five days worth of food and clean water. Come to the Ark We will protect you. Good luck on your journey. and may the hand of Notch guide you on your way." Static overwhelmed the radio, and an eerie, high-pitched noise. I turned it off.

What the hell was that?

From what I could get, some kind of virus had been spreading, and infecting people. We were supposed to make our way to the Ark, whatever that was. And the virus, apparently, was easily caught. And it couldn't be cured, either.

The logical part of my brain argued that something so big couldn't possibly happen over the course of one night. It would take months at the least for a virus to spread from one site to across the world. It was obviously some kind of prank.

I reached over and grabbed the radio, squinting at the little panel where the date and time was displayed. My eyes widened and my heart missed a beat as I registered the numbers I saw. "Oh, shit." I whispered.

12/26/12

I had slept for an entire thirty-eight hours, and missed Christmas. It was a work day today. Renold was going to have my head for this.

I got up and grabbed my clothing, pulling my shirt over my head. Stumbling to the window, I grabbed the blinds with one hand and drew them back.

I hurried across the room, retrieving my shovel. I spared a quick glance out the window and began to put on my shoes. The village was fairly sunny today, the grass bright green. I couldn't see Librarian Renold and smiled, secretly hoping he had fallen into a well.

The shoes were actually white leather boots that my grandpa had gotten me for my fourteenth birthday. It was miraculous that they still fit, after two years of growing up. I only wore them during the winter, to keep the snow off my socks.

Snow.

I stopped. I stood up and looked back out the window. My bedroom was on the second story of the house, giving me a decent view of the village. What I saw I simply couldn't believe.

The grass was green. The grass was freaking green.

I gaped at the sight. The end of December, and there was no snow. Just on Christmas Eve, there was probably a block's height on the ground. We had to shovel it all away, and make it into sort of a protective wall around the village. The wall wasn't really necessary; the golem took care of any mobs that stumbled in.

Apparently, all the snow had just melted while I was asleep.

I looked around outside for some explanation of what happened. It was weird; I didn't see any people, either. The village looked like it had been abandoned. From what I could see, the torches had burned out, the houses were in terrible condition, and the well was nearly dry.

I pulled on my coat and buttoned it up. I made my way down the stairs and opened the door without eating breakfast.

The air was cold, but it was to be expected, as we lived on the ice plains. But it also smelled, different. I stepped outside, the gravel crunching under my boots. The village seemed deserted.

"Hello?" I called out. There was no response. "This isn't funny guys, come out!" I shouted. Again, nothing.

Shivering, I went back inside and closed the door behind me. I was just taking off my coat when I heard something from upstairs.

"Hello, this is a message for anyone who might still be alive in the world."

What the hell? I hurried up the stairs two steps at a time, and reached the radio in my bedroom. I had already heard this message. Why was it being played again?

"…Christmas day, an extraterrestrial object crashed into the village Lava Forge. All the villagers were infected with some kind of alien virus, and became sick…"

The radio was overwhelmed with static again, but eventually cleared out.

"…have begun to attack citizens. Warnings have been put up to avoid the infected, but we continue to see…"

Alien virus? Infected? This was getting a lot weirder than it already was.

"…make your way to the Survivor's Ark immediately…"

I turned off the radio. I had heard the rest of the broadcast. But why had it repeated? I flopped onto my bed, thinking. Radio stations almost never broadcasted the same information twice in a row. Unless…

I turned on the radio.

"…you might have in your home, take at least five days worth of food and clean water. Come to the Ark. We will protect you. Good luck on your journey. and may the hand of Notch guide you on your way."

Again, static overwhelmed the radio and the high-pitched noise began. I covered my ears, but did not turn off the radio.

It was a full ten seconds before it happened.

"Hello, this is a message for anyone who might still be alive in the world."

Oh, shit. I was right.

The radio was repeating itself. It had probably been repeating since yesterday.

Meaning everyone had left the village already. Nobody had bothered to check on me, assuming I was already in the throng of panicked people making their way to wherever the Ark was.

If I could make it there, I could meet back with them. I could see all my friends again. And I could fulfill that dream of punching in Renold's face.

But I had no idea where this "Ark" was. I was stuck here, alone, in a deserted village. With a virus in the air and infected on the ground. How the hell was I supposed to make it?

I sat there in my room, trying to think up of a plan that wouldn't get me killed. Normally, I was pretty good at this, having been a troublemaker in the village. The problem was, I had no idea what I was up against. What were these "infected" anyways? Zombies? Endermen?

Then I heard it, coming from downstairs. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my shovel.

Someone was banging on the door.


Ooh, cliffhanger. We'll see what happens in the next chapter, don't worry. If you have any comments, there is always that little box at the bottom of the page where you can leave your reviews.

And before I vanish, I'd like to ask you a question that you may answer in your comments.

Does this story have potential?

*vanishes*