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Chapter 1
Blood of the Lamb
He always had this dream, but if you asked him about it, he would call it a monstrous and never-ending nightmare.
"Run for it, this place is gonna blow!" A man's voice shouted in terror as inhuman creatures came running down the halls.
It happened every night, it was almost like clockwork.
"They're going to kill us! Keep running!" Another man screamed as he watched his fellow scientists being slaughtered.
And the gears kept on turning, unstoppable, ever moving.
"Project Hydra is a complete failure! Evacuate the facility!" A woman in a white lab coat yelled.
"Doctor Williams." The director addressed as the room shook uncontrollably. "What's going on?"
"It failed! All the crucial systems shut down and the holding claps have been released! There's nothing protecting us from them, or the biomasses!"
"What are you talking about? Does that mean it got out?! Have we been exposed to it?!" He shouted.
"We're all going to die!" She cried as a limping being entered into the white tiled room from behind the director and grabbed him, sinking its rotting teeth into his neck.
"AHH!" He howled in pain.
"CHRIS! NO!"
"AH!" Chris screeched as he shot up from his bed, his face covered in sweat. He quickly looked around his bedroom, always making sure that everything was ok. After doing so, he sighed in relief, realizing yet again it was only a dream. It was so vivid it could've been real, every time he woke up from the nightmare, he found himself with a slight throat pain that disappeared within hours. But he never thought the two could be related in any way. He sighed again and pushed the bed covers away and slowly stood up from his bed.
He loathed having that nightmare, he couldn't even understand what was going on, but he didn't like it. He's read books, stayed up countless nights; and even after everything he had tried, it all ended up with the same result: Failure. He felt as if he was trapped within an endless cycle of anguish and desolation, something that he would never get used to.
"Get a hold of yourself, it's just a dream, the same dream you've had as long as you could remember." He thought, rubbing his temples.
Chris wasn't a man of many words, and he never worked well with other people. It was mostly the reason why he had decided to live alone, away from civilization. The only reason he ever associated with other people was to gather supplies from the nearby mining village: Trenton. Otherwise, he liked to keep his interaction with other people negligible. Some people would say he had an antisocial personality or some other preposterous designation, but he could care less about what people think of him.
He thought interaction with other people unneeded and illogical, so he resented it and sealed himself off from the arrogant human governed world. The only thing he needed to worry about was himself. Humans are an extremely social species, and someone that despises it was thought of to be inhuman or a grotesque and unfeeling leviathan; and sometimes he would be treated as such, without provocation. The things that people could do to each other for the littlest things would make him sneer in revulsion.
He had built a cottage, the home he lived in for years, in an inexplicably dense forest just outside of Trenton's borders. Sometimes, people would come over to his home and try to give him a warm welcome, but he made it clear he didn't want anything to do with the town or it's unnaturally kind people.
Why his actions would make the townspeople think of him so differently after that was a mystery. The people of that time seemed to come to the assumption that difference is evil, and discriminate against it, no matter how insignificant or ridiculous it might've been. How could you blame them, it is in human nature to resist change.
Chris looked to his right to see a window – a window that he had placed there only yesterday – and walked to it, the oak wood floors creaking with every step. He smiled seeing the only thing that made sense to him: Void. He saw nothing but the trees that surrounded his place of living, and that's how he liked to keep it. He sighed and turned around, away from the window, walked to his bedroom door and left the room.
As he stepped down a flight of stairs, he heard the sounds of the various animals that he had kept just outside his home, enclosed in a three-foot tall wooden fence. He didn't just use them as a source of food; he actually liked the animals company. Just because he didn't like to associate himself with other people, didn't mean he disliked being with company of animals. He felt as if the animals wouldn't judge him on his otherwise frowned upon behavior, they would accept him no matter what. He appreciated it.
Chris smiled as he excitedly as he picked up a leather coat from a hanger on the wall and walked into the living room. The décor wasn't very extravagant like most people would probably expect it to be. There was a table with a torch placed in the center, as well as a bookcase that was positioned in the corner of the room, right next to a couch that he built himself months ago, and a hall to his left that would lead into his kitchen.
He put on the leather coat over his gray shirt and walked past the table. In seconds he was out the door and on the back porch of him home. The animals' ears perked up as they heard the sound of the door closing behind him.
The many cows, pigs and sheep all looked at him with gleaming joy in their eyes and quickly made their way to Chris.
"Hey, guys, how's it goin'? You missed me?" He asked his somewhat furry friends, petting the top of a sheep's head. He couldn't understand why he liked the company of animals more than other people, but he didn't want to figure out why, he never really got the chance to fully understand himself anyway.
He looked up to the sky; it was a beautiful morning, as if the sun had kissed the clouds and everything around them with its outstanding and warm radiance when it cleared the horizon.
"I missed you guys too…" He spoke as he kneeled down, smiling. His eyes suddenly widened as he took in the smell of something all too familiar, a corpse. This sent him into a state of alertness, knowing all too well what it could mean. The smell reminded him of the deadly creatures that roamed throughout the night, all the close encounters he's had with them were limitless, just as countless as the amount of them that he dispatched over the years. He had never really knew why they wanted him dead so badly, they wanted to kill everything, but they wanted him dead more than the rest. That's something he couldn't wrap his head around.
He cautiously stood up from his kneeling position and saw what looked to be a dead animal. He slowly moved closer to the body of the cow, and saw that it had been ripped to shreds, the animal was gutted and dismembered, and the potent smell of death was horrendous. Maggots were burrowing themselves inside the animal's flesh, it was a soul-rendering sight for the lighthearted of people.
"It must've been eaten alive. It wasn't wolves, they would've taken the body. They're too thorough just to leave it here… Those things must've come last night when I was asleep, and left it here as a message for me, or something…" Chris pondered as he held his nose. He sighed and turned back to the still living animals, seeing the look of confusion in their prying eyes.
"Nothing to see here just go back to grazing." He spoke as a lamb cantered to him and tugged on his denim pants with its mouth.
"What's wrong boy?" Chris asked as he kneeled down. The little lamb then turned and began looking ahead, as if he was trying to point in a direction.
"You want me to follow you?" He asked. "Why?"
The lamb trotted away from him, and cornered the edge of his home. Chris reluctantly followed. As he walked around the side of his home he saw it, two more dead sheep. The lamb was looking at their corpses with an apparent look of sorrow and grief, something that Chris was fortunate enough to avoid. The lamb laid down in the grass beside the bodies of the larger sheep, as if it was trying to find some sort of comfort from it.
That's when it hit Chris like a plank of wood. It was so obvious.
"These sheep, they were his parents…" He thought. He walked closer to the mourning lamb, and kneeled down, patting its head.
"I'm sorry, little lamb." Chris wished he could relate to the lamb, but how could he? He never knew his parents enough to do so; they left him behind, unwanted. The pain of losing a parent, not to mention both parents would be an experience far too saddening for anyone to bear, the power that depression would have over their souls would be bone crushingly staggering. The lamb just remained on the ground, unresponsive to his touch. Chris sighed halfheartedly and stood up.
"I'm so sorry, little one…" He spoke, remorseful. "I'll leave you to your mourning."
He wished he could help, but he would only make it worse, and he also had his farms to take care of. Even though tending to his farms was the only job he needed to do. But he felt that he needed to put his work on hold, he couldn't help but feel a bit responsible for the deaths of the animals. After all, he was their care taker, and he practically let them be brutally slaughtered.
"Maybe I should build a stronger fence and put more torches around or something…" Chris pondered as he looked at the grieving lamb once more.
"I need to get to work; I won't let this happen again."
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Chris placed his shoulder on the back door of his house and pushed through, carrying packs of harvested fruits and vegetables, and a small amount of animal meat. He didn't like having to kill animals for food, but he didn't have much of a choice. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen and placed the food stuffs on the table. He looked out the window in the kitchen to see that the sun had been down for quite some time, he didn't know how long he was out for. But he was glad no monsters were coming out from the shadows of the night, dead set on taking his life and adding him to their army of undead corpses walking the planet.
He didn't have a lot of time to build the fence like he promised. He just hoped that the old fence would hold until tomorrow came. He rubbed the back of his head as he walked back into the living room of his home, and walked to the bookshelf in the corner. The books that were in his possession ranged from mythology to science and everything in-between, he had found them in some abandoned libraries around the land, the old and dusty books probably existed in the time of complete human rein. They were millennia old, timeless and without a real date of existence. In his spare time Chris liked to read those extremely old books, they showed him how the world was like at that time.
He felt as if he was sent back in time as he read those books. Sometimes he would read for hours on end, he would be entranced by them. He has many books about the monsters and creatures of nightfall, he's even wrote a couple himself, and he had never found of the reason of their aggressiveness toward other beings. As he was about to put his hand into a book, he heard a strange noise from outside, in his backyard. Thinking the worst, he quickly walked to the fireplace and took the pristine sword from the wall above it. He cautiously stepped closer to the backdoor and slowly opened it, and what he saw shocked him
They are here. They are hungry. They were devouring anything and everything they could get their decaying fingers on; they were eating all his animals without a single shred of hesitation. There were too many of them to fight alone. The sounds of the animals howling in shear pain and terror was ear shattering. That was when he heard the frightened screech of a very familiar creature. He saw that lamb that lost his parents. He was running away from a couple of walking corpses, but they were gaining on him. He would die if Chris didn't do anything.
He decided to take swift action. He wouldn't let him meet the same fate that his parents did.
Chris quickly brought down his sword on the unsuspecting zombies, taking off their heads as they fell to the dirt within a fraction of a second. Chris immediately picked up the young sheep and turned his heel, running back into the house. He knew it wouldn't be too long before they would take notice of him, and their missing "appetizer". The only option he had was too run away and go to Trenton and plead for help, no doubt that those things would follow him wherever he went, so he had to move quickly. As he ran to the front door he heard the zombies bash on the door in the back, scaring the little sheep cradled in his arms.
"It's okay, little one. Everything is going to be just fine…" He cooed as he pushed through the door and began running toward the trees, making his way to Trenton. Chris dared to look backwards at the limping zombies that were moving towards him as he ran. The skeletons were relentless with their arrows, creating a deadly rain of steel flying toward them. Just as he paced into the tree line, just about to lose the monsters in the trees, but he felt a sudden and incredible pain.
"AHH!" He shouted as he felt an arrow pierce through his leg, just above the knee. It caused him to trip and fell the ground, dropping the lamb as dirt was smeared across his face and arms. He grimaced as he looked down to see an arrow imbedded in his leg, a skeleton arrow. They are very powerful and very deadly. It has implanted itself three inches within his leg, touching bone and sending pain throughout his body whenever it moved. Putting pressure to stop the bleeding would send even worse pain. He looked behind him to see the hordes of zombies were gaining up on him. Sucking up the pain, he got up and limped toward the lamb and picked him up, feeling the stinging pain for every step he took, he could feel his warm blood drain out of his leg.
As Chris entered the forest, he could hear the wails and cries of the monsters behind him. It drove him to move faster and faster until he was at a running speed. He couldn't stop and the pain from his leg didn't matter anymore. The only thing that was on his mind was the lamb. He didn't want to look behind him. He didn't want to see the trail of blood he was leaving, or the creatures that he left eating his dust.
He ran for almost ten minutes – which felt like hours to him because of his extensive injuries – until he couldn't hear the howls of the undead. "I… I must've lost em'." He spoke, trying to catch his breath.
The surroundings were unfamiliar. Chris didn't know where he was, but at least he was safe. He put down the little lamb and stabbed his sword into the dirt, rubbing his temples. He was exhausted from running with his leg in the condition it was in, so he sat down next to a loose rock. He looked down to his profusely bleeding leg. The arrow was covered in blood, and he could already see his leg swelling. Chris tried to pull it out, but every time he touched the arrow, it would burn like hell. The lamb cantered over to Chris and looked up at him, eyes weary with confusion.
"It's gonna be okay. I'll fix it, there's nothing you need to worry about." Chris spoke reassuringly.
"I have to get out of this dangerous situation, it won't be too long before they reach me." Chris thought as calmly as he could. "I'm losing way too much blood here, be the man that you are and ignore the pain." Finally, he mustered up the courage from deep inside himself. He moved his hand down and grabbed the thin shaft of the arrow and grimaced in pain. He sighed and prepared himself. He saw a stick on the ground beside him, seeing as it could be put to good use; he grabbed it and placed in-between his teeth.
"Well, here goes nothing." Chris spoke unenthusiastically. He knew how much it was going to hurt. For in injury like that, It would've been better for him if he just pushed it through, instead of removing it from where it entered, because it would take his flesh with it. But, pushing it through wouldn't be a good decision either. The arrow was pointing directly at his leg bone, and it would be almost impossible to drive it any further than it was already.
He promptly and painfully pulled out the steel arrow out from his leg, tearing small amounts of flesh away from his bone. He bit down on the stick from the unbearable pain and snapped the twig in three pieces. He spit out the pieces of the stick and tried to calm himself down from the painful burn that was still apparent in his injured leg. Chris sighed and brought the blood covered arrow to his face, he stared at it in anger. It was that arrow that caused him so much pain and what made him lose so much blood.
In a fit of rage, Chris snapped the arrow in half in one swift motion and threw it into some nearby bushes five feet away.
"Fucking skeletons." Chris cursed at his enemy. "Why won't they ever stop?"
Chris looked back to his injured leg and saw that it was continuing to bleed. It was bleeding the whole time that he was running. He had to cease the bleeding, but putting pressure on the wound did little to help. Chris knew what kind of injury it was. The arrow hit a major artery, and without medical help he wouldn't last very long. He was going to die if he didn't get any help. He felt dizzy and weak, and he had trouble breathing.
He only had one option. But he feared that it wouldn't be too much of a help to him.
"T-There's a village to the n-north. The village I decided to shun and turn away from. They're my last hope for our s-survival..." Even though he was disoriented and weak, he could still think rationally. He remembered that village: Trenton. It wasn't too far from where he was. He had been there before once or twice to procure certain books and supplies that he was unable to get for himself, but not for much of anything else. He never really took the time to take a stroll around the village, not like he ever wanted to anyway.
"Baaa…" The lamb bailed.
"…E-everything's fine… We just need to find a doctor…" He replied, his vision starting to blur.
"…Baaa…"
"We don't have much time here, we need to move. If we don't, I won't be able to protect you from the monsters." Chris forced himself to stand up and walk forward, ignoring the large amount of pain as best as he can. After some thought, he realized that he didn't care if he survived the ordeal. The only thing on his mind was the safety of the lamb. He deserved to live, even if it meant that Chris wouldn't.
"Come on, little one." Chris instructed as he picked his sword back from the ground. The lamb excitedly followed him as he began walked away.
The forest seemed to be endless. Never in his life had he explored a forest as large as this, he had never gone this far before, at least at other times he did he had the proper directions of how to move through the forest without getting lost. Either he didn't have any time to waste, or he didn't want to go exploring through the forest, but now he wished he did. After ten minutes of limping, he found a large, smooth rock. He decided to sit and rest for a little while and let the pain simmer down.
As he leaned back against the rocks he found and looked up through the trees and at the clouds covering the night sky. Chris sighed, realizing the danger of his predicament. "It seems that we're inexplicably lost." He spoke, looking down at the lamb resting at his side.
"Looks like we'll never be able to get out of this damned forest." Just as he began to close his eyes, accepting his unwavering demise, he suddenly remembered something. He had kept a spare compass in his jacket's right pocket.
"…How could I forget…?" His shaky hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the object that was going to save his live, he felt reassured that he would make it out of this unrelenting forest.
"Yes, my compass!" He proclaimed happily, startling the young lamb as he held the object to his dirt covered face. "Now, where's north?" He set the compass down on the flat surface of the rock to let it find the correct direction. Confident, he picked up the compass and headed north, with the lamb in tow. The feeling of dizziness and feebleness was beginning to grow within him, but he continued to press on. He limped toward north, walking over all of the uneven land, through the bushes and the rocks that blocked his way. With his current condition, it wasn't going to be easy for him at all.
As the time passed from seconds to minutes to even hours of walking, the bleeding was starting to take a major on Chris. The weakness and fatigue he had felt before was near at the point of fainting, but he continued to push on. His determination to cheat death was the only thing on his mind, his physical injuries meant nothing to him now. He had to keep moving, otherwise it might not turn out so well for him or the lamb. He would rather push himself to the point of exhaustion then rest again with the chance of being attacked by another monster and have the possibility of putting the lamb in anymore danger.
The lush forest was starting to clear up, he could see the light of the moon on the ground, as well as the stars that embraced the dark sky with their light. The moons light illuminated the darkness of the forest. The only other thing that kept his mind off of the pain was the ambient sounds of the forest and his little animal friend walking beside him. The sound of the bugs chirping as well as the bails that the lamb makes was much more welcome than the sounds of the monsters moaning and groaning in the blackness. There were many zombies and a much more various number of other creatures all around the forest, but the thickness of the trees concealed his presence for now.
At that point, it would be understandable for paranoia to set into Chris' mind. He flinched at every suspicious sound around him. Sometimes he would even jump from a sound that the little sheep would make. Chris tried to keep himself as quiet as possible, he didn't want to attract unwanted attention to himself. But Chris was specifically weary of a loud sound of a twig snapping behind him. He quickly looked over his shoulder, stopping, making the lamb look at Chris with confusion. Chris didn't see anything creep up on them from behind, he sighed in relief.
"Hmm… Maybe I'm just being paranoid a little bit too much." He murmured, trying to keep himself as ignorant as possible. He stared into the darkness behind him for a few more moments before turn ahead and starting to move on. But, as he took one step forward, he bumped into something, something very tall. He cautiously looked up to see something that he only read about it books.
An Enderman. It was right there, standing right in front of him.
This was the first time he had ever saw this kind of rare creature: a tall, thin, black sentient being with glowing purple eyes that stared into his very soul. He was silent, but just as deadly or even more deadly as all other monsters.
"Oh, Shi-"
He didn't have more than a half a second to take in his new enemy before he was cut short by a swift slash with its razor sharp claw towards his face, its talons sliced through his face like a hot knife through butter. Chris was sent flying back to a tree he passed mere seconds earlier. He heard the sounds of his back bones cracking as well as the pain that came with it. He threw up some blood as he fell to the ground. Chris realized how much strength these Enderman actually had, they were not to be messed with, unless you're prepared for such contingencies.
The lamb quickly galloped to Chris side, trying to get him to stand and fight this new opponent. It cooed to him, trying to push him on his feet. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the excess lightheadedness. He felt the gashes on his face. He gasped as he felt an incalculable pain. The creature cut through his cheek, leaving some bone, as well as his teeth and gums.
"Thanks, friend. Now, stay behind this tree, I don't want you getting hurt." He whispered, trying not to move his mouth as much as possible, he didn't want to split the laceration any further. He slowly stood up, clutching the sword in hand. The lamb scurried behind the tree as instructed and started wait until the fight was over.
He was ready to fight, even in his condition. He was determined to win, no matter the cost.
Before he could do anything, the Enderman teleported to him and slashed him in his right side, forcing him to the ground on his belly. He pushed himself painfully to roll on his back to see his opponent above him. He saw the creature lifting his foot, planning to stomp Chris into the ground as hard as it could.
On a reaction to keep himself breathing, Chris rolled out of the way of the stomping storm and swiftly pushed himself to his feet. Tightening the grip on his sword, he charged toward the monster with stunning speed with the intent to kill, but it was gone in a flash before the blade could even make contact with it.
"Damn it all!" Chris thought, his anger rising. "Is it just playing with me now?"
Chris quickly took in his surroundings, knowing that the devious creature could appear from anywhere with his teleporting abilities and try to kill him. He looked behind himself frequently, just in case it tried to come from behind him again. But all Chris saw was dense black forest. His enemy was black, able to hide in any shadow, making the darkness of the forest perhaps even more dangerous than the Enderman itself.
"Show yourself, you coward!" Chris yelled loudly.
Again, there was nothing in the forest that would reply to him. He looked in every direction once more, but there was nothing. He wondered if he scared the monster off, slightly letting his guard down as a menacing growl was heard from behind. Chris turned on his heels and saw the Enderman choking the little lamb, holding it several feet from the ground.
"…The lamb…" Chris whimpered. "NO!" He thundered as he threw his sword at the creature. It dropped the lamb and screeched in pain as the sword imbedded in its shoulder. Chris quickly dived to catch the falling lamb before he would hit the ground. Chris sighed in relief to see the lamb relatively okay.
"Run. Run away from here. NOW!" Chris commanded, as the small animal scurried away into the forest. The pain coming from the hole in his face, the pain that he felt throughout his beaten and battered body didn't matter to him now. Nothing did.
"…I have to win, for his sake… It must've known about the lamb, that I cared for it." He thought as he stood up, eyeing the Enderman who was trying to pull the blade from its shoulder. He saw this as an opportunity to strike. Chris pulled his fist back and threw a quick but forceful punch at the monster. And surprisingly, it landed on its face, sending it to the ground with a thud. He understood this creature and it's fighting style, it likes to teleport around, confusing its enemy and making the perfect moment to make a quick and easy kill, but it didn't. It took the punch like a man, and that's what puzzled him the most.
That's when it hit him. The only reason it didn't teleport was because it couldn't.
"Oh, I understand now… You can't go and use your stupid teleportation with foreign matter inside of you." Chris acknowledged proudly as he stepped over to the fallen creature, grinning like a madman. He placed a foot on the groaning monster and pulled the silver blade from its injured form, causing it to wail in pain.
"I'm going to have fun gutting you." He laughed as he held his sword high, intent on brutally slaughtering the creature.
"But, if you do, what's the difference between you and the real monsters of this world…? What would make you any better than them…?" A voice called out from inside him, making him hesitate in the action, giving the Enderman enough time to teleport away. Chris stood there perplexed as his hands fell to his sides.
"…What just happened? Who was that? W-Was that me?" He pondered, eyes wide. After a few moments of silence, he let his arms fall to his sides. He waited for quite some time before he let his guard down. He sighed in respite, knowing that he defeated another opponent.
"Okay! You can come out now. The fight is ove-" He was interrupted as he felt cold hands wrap around his throat, choking him. The Enderman had returned, it returned to finish off its prey. These Endermen were very tough, Chris thought it would've fled to lick its wounds, but it came back to kill him.
"Let… me… GO!" He shouted as he brought down his sword at the creature of myth, cutting off his left arm. It screamed in extreme and unbearable pain as it staggered back. Before Chris could take action on the injured monster, it charged at him and pinned him to an oak tree, choking him with its other good arm. The Enderman roared in Chris' face as it tightened his grip on his neck, nearly crushing him. The edges of Chris' vision began to go black, if he didn't do something now, he was going to die from asphyxiation.
That was when his little animal friend returned, and Chris as well as the Enderman took notice. It gave him a sinister and toothy smile and teleported away.
"Oh no… The lamb!"
As the lamb was trying to run over to Chris, the Enderman appeared in front of the animal and stomped on him with a overwhelming force.
"NO!" Chris roared as he picked up his sword and charged the beast and tried to attack, but failed as it disappeared. Knowing that he wouldn't have time, he turned toward the motionless lamb and kneeled down. Blood seeped from his mouth and his limbs were convulsing, it weakly looked up to Chris and cooed softly as it took in its last breath. Chris gently picked up the dead lamb.
"No… No…" Chris was devastated, the animal he tried so hard to protect was killed right before his eyes, and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt so powerless, so weak.
"May you rest in peace, little lamb. I hope you can find your family… Wherever you are…" Chris whimpered and set the deceased lamb back to the ground. That monster was going to pay for what he has done. He stood up as a tear fell from his face. He balled this hands into fists of righteous fury.
"You monster!" He bellowed. "Face me and die like the monstrosity you are!"
He suddenly heard a sound from behind him. Knowing what it was he quickly grabbed his sword and slashed at the Enderman, missing completely.
"Where did that bastard go...?" Chris murmured as the creature rematerialized ahead of him. As the Enderman's clawed hand make its way to Chris, he sidestepped, dodging the nails by only inches. Instead, Chris grabbed the creature's cold wrist as it was extended, holding it steady so the cold steel of his blade could travel into the Enderman's side, twisting the blade within it. A loud, terrifying shriek was heard from the tall purple-eyed monster. His sword ran through its body completely. But it still wasn't dead. It was as determined as Chris was.
The monster was in a belligerent rage, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him two feet above the ground, once again attempting to choke him to death.
"…I-I'm not going t-to let you kill me… You're n-not going to leave t-this place…" He managed to muster before his throat was closed from the pressure around his neck. As Chris was just to black out, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
"This is for you, my young friend…"
He lifted the long and heavy blade up in the air, stabbing the Enderman in the throat, causing dark blood to splatter every across both of them. It released Chris from his iron-clad grip and fell to its knees, trying to pull the sword from its gullet. Chris fell to his knees as well, gasping for air. He could see the tall and black entity with the moon's light shining down upon it. It was just a mere foot away from him. It was continuing its attempts to pull the weapon out, to no avail. After a few moments of heavy blood loss, the Enderman finally collapsed and fell into its back, a pool of black blood formed around the being as it laid flat and motionless. It was no more than a cold corpse on the forest floor.
After a few moments of realization, Chris rose to his feet, triumphant. He walked to the Enderman's remains, kneeling on one knee next to it. "I told you, you weren't going to leave this place." He said stoically.
He was grateful for his kill, now the lamb can rest in peace knowing that he has been avenged. Chris stood up and put a foot down the monster's chest. He tugged on his sword that was the embedded in its neck. More blood discharged from the beast as the metal was removed from its body. He placed his sword back into its sheath and hung it over his left hip. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, leaving him feeling no pain to the extensive amount of injuries he sustained.
"Too bad for you, you behemoth." He continued. "Rest in pieces… Freak…" He finished as the body of the beast began to rapidly wither away. As it was doing so, Chris noticed something odd by the body of the Enderman. A small, glowing orb laid in the center of the beast's decaying body. He wondered what kind of object it was, so he moved his blood covered hand to the body and picked up the sphere and took a closer look at it.
"…Oh, I've read about these… This mysterious orb must be an Ender Pearl. It may come in handy sometime in the future." He contemplated as he placed it into his jacket pocket, next to the compass. He was just about to turn away from the pool of blood as his eyes fell on the body of his now departed animal friend. Chris sighed halfheartedly and walked to the cadaver. He wasn't the kind of guy to leave a body of a friend like this. He searched the area, and after some time had passed and after he collected enough small stones and pebbles. He walked back the body of the lamb, and placed the stones on top of the body, concealing it, and then placed a small stick in it.
He couldn't just leave without giving him a proper burial.
Chris stood up and bowed to the grave. "…I hope you find peace, little lamb…" He spoke as he turned away from the grave, walking back down the path to the village. With the lamb gone, it was a more lonely venture. He grabbed his compass and continued to follow it north. But, he couldn't help but think back to the lamb. He was so young, so new and unfamiliar to the aggressive world he was born into, and his life was taken away so quickly. He never got to experience anything, except for pain and grief. He rubbed his forehead, feeling remorseful about the death of the innocent creature.
"…Only if I had been faster…" He thought, zhis mind clouded with sadness. As much as he didn't want to think about it, he couldn't help himself. Something caught his eye, the sun began to rise, shedding its glorious light over the darkness of the forest, giving him a well-deserved sigh of relief. With sunlight, no monster would ever dare show up outside of the forest. He would be safe from them.
Walking past the many trees and other plant life, and even some animals throughout the night, there was something that Chris couldn't really understand. Why did the Enderman attack him? He didn't look at it, or provoke it in the slightest. This puzzled him to the point of over-thinking it, which is something he never liked to do. So he just shrugged it off, feeling proud that he killed one of those mysterious beasts. Then felt a twinge of sadness and guilt as he remembered the lamb. Chris sighed and continued to walk down the dirt path leading to the village.
As he continued north, Chris would occasionally see a burning zombie or skeleton nearby, but he didn't worry about them too much. A pile of ashes wouldn't pose much of a threat to him, or to anyone for that matter. He had crafted a walking stick out of fallen branches nearby, which was a tool that he greatly relied on with his injured leg. His bleeding had stopped, but he was suffering from anemia and has been awake for more than two days. A very long and hard two days.
He abruptly stopped himself as he began to cough up some blood in to his hand. "What the…?" He said, examining his hand, before he started to go into a coughing fit. He lost more and more blood as the coughing lasted. He finally stopped coughing up blood and became dumbfounded.
"What the hell was that?" He questioned himself. "Where did that come from…? Doesn't matter, I need to get medical attention and fast." He thought as he increased the pace toward the village.
Finally, He saw the glowstone light posts of the village. He heard sounds of the children laughing and playing up ahead. He was extremely relieved that he began to jog toward the village. He even started running. He was right there. The front gates of the village were just up ahead. Through the last of the thin and few trees, Chris left the edge of the forest and was within one-hundred feet of the small mining town.
But the adrenaline in his body had long since passed, and he had lost too much blood. His anemia and pain were becoming too much for him. He felt heavy as his legs were unable to carry the weight of his body, and he collapsed out of exhaustion. Chris fell on his face, slowly losing his vision and consciousness. But he was close enough for the village folk to notice him and they started running up to him. The last thing he saw was the worried faces of the men and women running to his aid before the darkness enveloped his vision and drew him under.
Pardon me if you see any mistakes or mishaps with sentence structure, I was kind of in a rust to get this done.