Teehee, I see you gossiped behind my back to our viewer's Yoshi… I'll let it slide for now. Just know, now that I'll come after you, AND IT WONT HURT, LIKE MY USUALLY SCRAWNY ARM! Enough babbling and on with the story!

Chapter 11.

Icying's POV

I wasn't going to harp his name anymore when I hear the sound of a sword being drawn. I had learned recently that the undead soldiers can pick up weapons and armor. It was very possible that a zombie could have gotten in, attacked Yoshi and then take his armory and weapons. I drew my own sword and was planning to barge inside. I drew a deep breath and then kicked down the door only to find a sword already to hack at me. Since we always had enemies, I was always on guard. The sword had barely missed me, cutting a silver of hair. I quickly thrashed back with a sword at his throat.

"Huh? Yoshi? "I dropped my sword in awe.

"Oh Icy, it's you…" He exhaled with a sigh of relief. I sighed with him. "You were making such a racket that I thought you were a zombie." I couldn't blame him, but then again for locking the door I could.

"You locked the door and I wasn't home yet…" I gazed up and down at him. I noticed several injuries and what was probably a disjointed or broken bone. "What happened to your arm?"

He huffed, "I didn't really want to tell you because you weren't awake and I wanted to keep moving." He looked down. I couldn't tell if it was shame or sadness in his eyes. Before I could continue thinking he said, "And why did you stomp up the stairs?"

My calm voice felt a little stricter now. "You locked the door Yoshi. I didn't have any way to get in other than break in. Look at the sky, its sunset and the monsters are already out. Staying out any longer would have put me in the danger of been assaulted, then consumed by those monsters." I gaze out towards the citrus colored sky, then come back to give him an intimidating stare. His facial expression seems apologetic. "Well time to get you back to health. I learned a great deal of medical study back at home." A grin spread across my face. Deep inside I hope I remembered what I learned from medical school.

I fixed up his bed again. I change his blood-stained sheets with my own, (which I haven't slept on for two days.) I take a look at his arm. "From impact" I think to myself. The only thing I can do his put a cast on it. I take a look at his knee area. There was a dislocated joint (under the knee cap) that I had to pop back before the bone mends. "Now, how'd that happen?" I give it a strong push as it creates a gory crackling noise. Before Yoshi could ask a question I answered him saying, "The joint was dislocated. If I didn't pop it back it wouldn't be able to heal correctly and you would never move your leg right again. Also, I need to do something; you're on bed rest until I say you aren't." I hanged up his leg to the ceiling and walked out before he could say something silly.

You see, Yoshi and I had volunteered (back in the city) to go on a travel to a far out island that had been struck with a tsunami. We both wanted to go as we were in our last year of college. Yoshi was getting a degree in math to teach high schools. I wasn't too far away from getting my pediatrician degree. Both of us had one last year… I guess a degree won't do me to good here though. This wasn't where we met though.

We actually met in the second grade in the middle of February. We didn't live in a city back then though. We lived in the area between a desert and a valley. It was only second semester and he came in as a transfer student. Everybody was already in their own little group. I didn't really like people so I stayed alone. I was sitting on my own in the comfort of a corner. (I like corners because there is nobody behind you to back stab and the world is facing me.) He sat right next to me and we started a small conversation. It was quite amusing having him to talk while I slowly munched into my sandwich. Year after year during elementary school we landed in the same classes. I know it wasn't coincidence though. I actually asked to try to move me in the same classes with him. (Just worried for his sake, nothing more nothing less... Okay I didn't want to grow distant.) Well fun and games for two lasted till the fifth grade. Another friend joined us. I won't mention names because I'll probably never see them again. All the way up until high school, it seemed as if we were recruiting people. It was fun and Yoshi and I were always on the top of them all. In the end we all split up (except for Yoshi, two others, and of course myself.)

That night I created a splint for Yoshi's leg. The possibility of Yoshi's leg getting disjointed again is very much possible. He was already asleep when I put it on. I needed to make some crutches too. I was starting to fall asleep on the crafting table. I kept myself awake by slapping my own cheeks. I take another look at Yoshi. I notice there is an injury on his head and he was starting to get a fever. I had taken some snowballs back when I was in the tundra. I clean the wound and get a closer look. "A dent mark". I took a closer look and saw a tiny splinter. It was small enough to pick out with my hand. I took out the splinter and thought of all the ways he could have gotten hurt that way… I saw a wooden plank on the ground with a tad bit of blood. If Yoshi was hit by those planks on the head he could have a seizure. I kept a close eye on him until he woke up. (I stayed up for one day and six hours making it about six a.m. when I woke up… AN: which I have actually pulled off in real life.) I gazed down at him. I had already fetched some water beforehand.

"Here, some water." I told him.

He said nothing until he was finished. "How long was I asleep?"

"One day." I paused… "You want something to eat?" he nodded to me.

I went downstairs where the pack of dogs and snow man gazed at me. I took some bones from a skeleton and gave it to the dogs. I looked at the snow man and said, "What do you eat?"

It remained silent so I ignored it. I started boiling a potato. Once the potatoes were cooked, I smeared some butter and took them up to Yoshi. He took it and I looked outside at the mid-day sun and decided to farm. I hadn't visited it since the monsters appeared. I excused myself and headed out. I was pretty sure the farm was destroyed.

I looked down at that nostalgic river. I saw all our crops, still growing and ripe. I nabbed and replanted all the crops there. The river flowed gently as I placed down seed by seed on the earthy soil. I came back and put everything in the chest. I took down Yoshi's old sheet to wash away the blood and sweat stains in the river. I typically did all the chores that night. Normally Yoshi would help me, but I couldn't ask him for help while he's still suffering from the fever. It was evening and I had established a watch tower on top of the house, just for scouting. I saw two lights in the far off distance, one for the mine we discovered; the other one was not a forest fire… torches.

At that time my mind was confused. Torches probably meant monsters, or other humans. Wonder swelled in my eyes. "The lost village!" I whispered to myself. I can't go now though. Not until Yoshi is healed…

A Few Months Later

"Yoshi…" My voice wavered as I pointed out to the forest, "look."

His eyes glimmered with curiosity. "When do we head out for that light?"

"He knows me well" I thought to myself. "Tomorrow, we go tomorrow." My voice is now loud and confident.

Cliff hanger! Well I leave the rest to Yoshi to write. This chapter was nice and long for you guys. More or less I am glad I can write to you all. Please leave a favorite and review! We want to write the best for our fans! Thanks for reading.