[A/N] Hello, readers!
Zeroaki here! I'm delighted you decided to read this fanfiction! I hope you enjoy!
Zeroyasha: Yeah! I'm ready for combat! I'm armed with my heavy riot shield and assault rifle!
Zeroaki: Heh. Guess that's a good thing, as those ARE your main weapons!
Zeroyasha: Yeah... Anyways, let's start this fanfiction quickly! I don't want to wait for the action!
Zeroaki: Good. Now, this fanfiction does NOT accept OC's, so sorry! Only characters designed by me, Zeroaki!
Zeroyasha: Awww... I won't get any friends who were created by other writers...
Zeroaki: Sorry, bro. I just want to keep this simple. So, let's begin!
[A/N OVER]
_Zeroyasha's POV_
"Guurrraaaggghhh... What happened?", I gasped, to my apprentice, who was beside me.
"Aggggghhh... I have no idea... It's like a million creepers exploded at once... Atleast we're fine.", said Malaki, my apprentice.
At the moment, I was wearing a purple trench coat, not zipped, with a black tank-top. I checked my hair to make sure it was fine, and it still kept it's original purple color, and was still spiked. Good. Finally, I checked my pants and shoes. Fortunately, my pants weren't missing, as that would be embarrassing. However, my shoes were torn up and charred. Those couldn't be saved, so I tossed them away. Atleast my riot shield and assault rifle were still fastened on my back.
"Gah... My shoes. Goddammit. Why'd they have to end up in this condition? It's the desert. This was a horrible time for them to be destroyed. Now I have to walk barefoot through the blistering sand, and get blisters and start bleeding. Pah. Atleast I've been taught how to endure this situation.", I said, while gasping for air.
"Sir, we're in luck. I found a full pack of burn-gel. Atleast we don't have to endure sunburns and blisters!", whispered Malaki, to avoid being heard by the refugees who were camping nearby, on the land above the trench we were laying in.
"Whew. Close call. Now we can get back to base camp and not have to lay in the hospital beds, anesthetized, while the surgeons are busy liquefying our blisters and cooling our sunburns. I should recommend you for a promotion to Corporal, Private Malaki.", I whispered to my apprentice, while grabbing the box of burn-gel and taking out two packets, and coating both my feet with the black gel. Then, Malaki grabbed two more packets and did the same.
"Thanks, sir. I'll take the promotion with honor, if I get it.", Malaki whispered to me.
"Ah, look, the refugees are breaking camp. Let's get a move on! Maybe we can make it to base camp without being cornered by zombies and skeletons!", I said, while looking barely above the trench.
"Whew, that was a close call. Atleast our hide-and-silent training paid off!", Malaki whispered.
"Yeah. Now, let's go! Hurry! We don't want to be cornered by monsters at this time of night!", I said, while standing.