Herobrine teleported onto a nearby mountain, finding Steve was going to be hard. He had no idea as to what direction he went. This was definitely going to take a while.
Steve entered the village to find the streets empty. He was going to move on when he noticed villagers inside the houses. They looked terrified, and some clutched swords close to their chests. Steve walked through the town, hearing the villagers talking about him. Steve had to keep himself from laughing at their nasal sounding voices. It wasn't the right timing, plus, it was rude.
"Is it HIM?!"
"No, it might be a zombie! It could be in disguise, they have been getting smarter recently."
"Yes, they even learned to break down the doors."
"Where is the golem and why hasn't the blacksmith released it yet?!"
"There it is!"
Steve turned around to see something nearly twice his size hobble towards him.
"Yeah! Take that zombie scum!"
The villagers were cheering and Steve was pretty worried. He had no idea what a zombie was, but if he really was one, he was in serious trouble. Actually, even if he wasn't one he was in trouble. So Steve ran for his life. He spotted a tiny house that was a bit secluded from the village and decided to check it out. Thankfully, it seemed abandoned, so he was able to hide there.
The sun set and Steve sat on top of a chest. He wouldn't be sleeping on the ground this time. He was about to close his eyes for a bit of rest when he heard a scream. Scratch that, several screams.
"The scout has brought back more! Grab your swords and fight them off!"
"One golem is not enough!"
They sounded like they really needed help. Steve knew that he wasn't trusted, but he just had to help them. He didn't have anything to help them with though. He checked the inside of the chest and there was a stone sword inside. Well, it was now or never. Steve walked out of the house to see a horde of zombies attacking the village. He saw monsters that did indeed look like him.
Steve gasped, "Walking corpses? Are these the zombies that the people here talked about?"
Well, it wasn't time to just stand and stare. Steve ran into the fray, sword in hand. The villagers watched on as he hacked at the zombies with great strength. Saying that he was scared was an understatement. Right then though, he didn't have time to think about how terrified he was. Steve's mind blanked out as adrenaline took over. Left and right, he stabbed, slashed, and beheaded as many zombies as he could. Then as suddenly as it began, it was over.
The villagers stared at him with awe. Then, after a few seconds, they all started crowding around him.
"You are amazing!"
"How did you do it?"
"You're our hero!"
Steve was exhausted, and he was beginning to get a headache.
"Everyone, please stop talking all at once please!" he yelled over the crowd
The villagers fell silent.
"Now, I have some questions I'd like to ask."
A villager in a white robe walked up to Steve, "I can help with that. I am the resident librarian here."
The villager looked around at the crowd, "I think it would be best if we talked somewhere private. Follow me please."
Steve followed the villager into a cozy building with bookshelves along the walls. It had a curious bench of some sort in the corner. Steve knew that he was going to take a closer look at it later. Steve took a seat and held his head in his hands. The headache was a dull throb and it was getting annoying.
The villager noticed this and handed him a piece of bread, "It should help with any pain you're feeling."
Surely enough, a little while after eating the bread, the pain stopped. With his headache gone, Steve could get some answers.
"For starters, why did the zombies look like me?"
The villager sat down next to Steve, "I think the better question is why you look like the one they are modeled after."
Steve's eyebrow rose in confusion and the villager laughed, but then settled down again.
"Some time ago, a mysterious man appeared near one of the villages. At first we welcomed him, but then, we found out that he was a demon. He seemed to conjure up items with dark magic; he had no use for a blacksmith or anything!"
Steve scooted a bit away from the villager. He could do the same thing. If this village found out, well, he didn't know what would happen.
"They did the same thing to him that we do to all of the witches, they banished him. He was strong though, they had to beat him away with swords until he fled. He came back though, and summoned the zombies in order to punish everyone who lived in a village like theirs! The demon made the zombies to look like him in order to be a grim reminder; that no one was to mess with the demon of white eyes...Well, that's the story! I have no idea why you look like he did, but you fought off the horde for us. That makes you good in my book! You can stay here for the night, see you later hero!" The villager left.
Steve was practically shivering. As soon as morning came, he was getting out of there. He had even more questions now. Why was there someone like him? He supposed that the only way to possibly get an answer was to meet the man himself, of course, if he was still alive that is.
But first, he wanted to take a look at the strange bench in the corner. On top of it was a thick book. Steve opened it and looked at the pages. They looked like templates, two iron ingots and a stick, cobblestone blocks in a square, three bundles of wheat in a line; it seemed that the villagers used it as an instruction booklet for making different things. It would make sense that such a book would be in a library of all places. He decided to stay up for a while and read the book. He could sleep in and leave in the afternoon.
Steve and Herobrine both share the quality of being super curious. Herobrine wasn't going to dive in right away because he wanted to know more and Steve stays in a pretty dangerous situation because he wants to read a book.
Also, I really don't like how this chapter was written... I haven't had much practice with writing action scenes, so it ends up being rushed. I tried to put in a bunch of headcanons and to me, it just sounds awkward and forced in. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE BETTER I SWEAR! ;D
