Author's Notes

So! Another chapter is written, making this two in one day again! : P

This time I started cuz I had nothing else to do :D

Don't get used to it, though. School will be tougher next week, so I might only put up one a day.

Nevertheless, Enjoy!

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Thomas's POV

I woke up because a pesky ray of sunshine was crawling through a tiny hole in the wall.

Sarah was still sleeping soundly, so I left her like that. Once I exited the building, I got a little inspired by my surroundings. The valley was truly beautiful, with a mountain range shielding it from the outside, other that from were we arrived

I had forests stretching throughout the edges, and a shining lake within. The plains we were currently on consisted of mostly flat ground covered with long green grass and patches of wildflowers of different colors and shapes.

We needed a more permanent building, so I set out to chop more trees and gather some wood. I kept piling it up next to the shelter. I had cut about half a dozen trees when I started noticing that a few trunks were missing. On my last trip I noticed that Sara was outside, enjoying the fresh air.

"Mornin' Sunshine!" I spoke with a hint of sarcasm and more than a little amusement. "Looks like you could sleep through anything, huh?" She was in no mood for banter, so she simply 'hmmph'd again. That seems to be her primary method of communication.

"Hey, have you been stealing my tree trunks?" I asked her. She looked at me like I had grown a second head. "What? You do know I can't even lift one, right? How could I have stolen them?" I shrugged. "Fair 'nuff" she kept looking on as I piled the tree trunks. In total I had gathered almost thirty good-sized trunks, but I only had about twenty-something left.

"These will go towards expanding the shelter. I'll start chopping 'em up and turning them to planks to use as the floor. But... my axe thing is bound to break at some point, so I need you to use your knife to strip the thickest branches you can find so we can make more tools." She nodded, apparently still half asleep.

We got to work, and rather quickly I realized how soon we would need more trees.

Sarah ended up stripping all the branches, but she didn't complain once. The floor was about six meters by ten meters, which we both thought was rather large but alright. Then we needed walls. I decided that we would have to double stack the tree trunks, so gathering some sort of mud or clay was necessary.

I split the trunks in half so as have enough wood for the walls, but it turned out we would still need more. It didn't exactly help that more tree trunks somehow magically disappeared.

I managed to build up the lower half of the walls, with room for two doors. I still had three trunks left, but I needed the clay before I built up. We'd also need more wood for the roof. The night was fast approaching, so Sarah and I went into the shelter early.

We were about to hit the sack when we heard a scream. This reminded me of the time when I first met Sarah. She had been running from a massive horde of enemies at night. Hoping that wasn't the case this time, I ran out of the shelter with my trusty axe in hand.

Sarah was outside and beside me with a flash, her bow out. "Thomas, please tell me you have arrows on you." I searched through my apparently endless pockets and came up with seventeen arrows. "How did you get so many? And why hadn't you told me before? We could have been eating something other than apples for two days straight!" I ignored her bout of anger and charged towards the scream.

Suddenly, a tall girl with gorgeous magenta eyes and purple hair flowing from her black hoodie emerged from the trees. She saw me and yelped, beginning to turn away before she realized that her original problems had caught up with her.

Two zombies, one with a golden helmet, a Creeper, and a skeleton were chasing her with vigor. I dashed towards her and she suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing but purple dust particles.

I had no time to ponder this as the monsters changed target without a pause. I lifted my axe and swung, taking out the helmet zombie with one blow. The skeleton started to nock an arrow into his bow when another arrow sailed by, perforating his skull and defeating him.

The Creeper had caught up and was currently hissing and bloating when suddenly long and warm arms enveloped my body, teleporting me away. I was in a dark place for what must've been a split second, floating in this stranger's embrace.then we were teleported back to the valley, just behind the shelter and I watched as the Creeper blew up himself and the remaining zombie.

Sarah was facing away from my current position, and when she turned, she nicked an arrow into her bow with lightning speed, aiming it above my head.

"Let him go." She poke loud and clear, her light grey eyes emotionless. I looked up to see a very frightened girl with purple hair spilling from her hood. "Please! I'm sorry! I was just trying to help!" She hid behind me. She was almost my size, only a couple inches shorter.

"Sarah, put the bow down. Can't you see she's scared?" I spoke as softly as possible so I didn't scare the girl behind me. Sarah reluctantly put her bow down and tears started to well up on the corners of her eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry." I tried to walk up to her but the stranger wouldn't let me move. "Umm... could you let me go? It's fine. She won't hurt you, but we really need to get in the shelter if we want to stay that way." The girl nodded but didn't let go.

Sarah entered the shelter and I started walking, the strange girl still clinging to my back. Once we were inside, she seemed to visibly calm down.

I spoke up. "What were you doing out there?" The girl looked at me and mumbled. "I was making sculptures. I got distracted and the monsters found me." I was intrigued. "What were you making them with?" She averted her eyes and blushed. "I took some of your logs. I can't bring down trees to get my own. I'm sorry."

She was blushing furiously now. "Don't worry. It's fine. What's your name?" She hesitated. "Eba. It meant clever in ancient enderman." This is the first time Sarah spoke up. "You're an enderman. How could you not bring down a tree?" She edged away a little and mumbled again. "I don't have any tools. I only have my chisel and some food." Eba was astoundingly cute when she mumbled, and her blush hadn't toned down in the slightest.

I spoke softly. "Sarah, you don't have to be so rude." This made her blush. I found the situation quite funny. "What's... what's so funny?" Eba asked. I smiled and shook my head. "Nothing, Eba, it's fine." This seems to put her at ease, as well as Sarah.

I moved the wood and apples into one messy corner to make room for Eba. She hesitated for a little bit, unsure as to wether or not she wanted to leave my side. But eventually, Sarah convinced her to sleep there, assuring her that we were not going anywhere. She was surprisingly calm and patient with the endergirl. Once we got ourselves into comfortable positions, Sarah put the torch out.

Big, big mistake.

Eba immediately lost it, shrieking and thrashing until she found my leg and held on for dear life. "Woah, wait, calm down! It's alright!" Sarah lit the torch again wile I tried to soothe the girl clutching my leg in a vice grip.

Once the torch was back on, Eba began to calm down, breathing heavily. "Are you alright?" Sarah had a worried look on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Not sure about Eba, though."

She still held on to my leg, but she seemed calmer. "Uh... I'm... I'm fine. Please don't turn off the lights. It scares me." I smiled. "Don't worry. It's alright to be scared. And we won't turn off the lights if you don't want to." Sarah simply nodded.

"Thanks" then Eba crawled back slowly until she was back in her corner. I sighed and Sarah blinked sleepily. We both fell into a deep slumber very quickly.

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Sarah's POV

When I woke up I realized that Eba had at one point snuggled up to Thomas, hugging him from behind. This ticked me off for some reason, and I left the shelter without a word. I saw a glint in the distance and realized that the helmet a zombie was wearing had survived the blast.

I walked over and picked it up. It was marvelously crafted, smooth and curved, with three crests spanning the front to back of the helmet. I put it on, and it fit perfectly. Satisfied, I took out an arrow and my bow. I set out to the forest to hunt.

I was sick of apples.

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Thomas's POV

I woke up to a soft warmth holding me in an embrace.

Again.

I was surprised to find Eba spooning me from behind. I quickly and disbelieveingly crawled away, as fast as possible. My sudden movements woke Eba with a soft moan.

"Mmm. What?" She looked at me through half-lidded eyes. My expression must've scared her because she slowly opened them further and worriedly asked. "Are you ok? What happened?" I made an attempt at a smile. "N-nothing Eba, it's fine. How are you?"

"Mmm... I'm fine." She turned over and fell asleep again. Smiling, I stood up and exited. Once outside, I noticed that Sarah had been hunting. The only reason why I knew this was because she had built up a spit and was currently roasting three pieces of pork.

"Morning, sunshine." Her words were full of sarcasm laced with venom. "I hope I didn't wake you and your little friend. Did you sleep well?" She showed me a malevolent smile.

I tried to defend myself. "Sarah, you can't be angry at me! I didn't do anything! Please?" She looked away with another one of her scowls. "Aw, come on Sarah! Just... aw, dammit." I gave up and sat down beside her.

I noticed that she had something on her head, and I realized it was the golden helmet one of the zombies was wearing last night. "It looks good on you." I nodded at the helmet. She simply 'hmmph'd back.

Around her were three small wooden planks. She placed one piece of cooked pork on each one. "Here," She said, handing me two plates. "One for you and one for Eba." She didn't sound as angry anymore, so I nodded and brought one plate inside.

Eba was still fast asleep, so I just left the plate nearby. I went outside again and plopped down next to Sarah. We ate in silence.

I felt like I had to ask a question, or at least say something. "Where did you get the pork?" She answered curtly. "Hunting." I sighed and tried again. "It's pretty good. We're did you learn to cook?" This time she sighed. "My mom taught me. She also taught me how to fire a bow, and make a spit. She was an archer like me."

I kept pushing it, to keep the awkwardness away. "What happened to her?" This made her upset, but before I could apologize, she spoke up. "A zombie struck her down. My father couldn't make in time, but he avenged her. He gave me her bow." She stroked the carved wood of her bow, slowly. "I'll never forget her. She taught me so much. I never part from her bow... my bow. It reminds me of her."

This explained why she tried to kill me when she woke up without it a few days earlier.

"Sorry to hear that, Sarah." She simply 'mmm'd and continued eating. Eba suddenly walked out of the shelter with plate in hand. Timidly, she edged towards us and mumbled something, her cheeks growing red.

"More?"

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More Author's Notes

Another character finally arrived! And we learned why Sarah's so attached to her bow!

I hope you're satisfied With your character GiggiEba! Thanks for letting me use your name! Just because I'm a show off I'll describe the three characters so far : )

Thomas: 6'2, hazel eyes, dark brown hair, cyan shirt and plain jeans, crude axe

Sarah: 5'8, light grey eyes, Inky black hair, Grey shirt, denim shorts, bow, knife

Eba: 6', Magenta eyes, purple hair, black hoodie, black jeans, chisel?

There! I'm satisfied with this chapter. Hope you are too! :D

Thank you so much for your time and support, and have a good day!

~ LeMafiaKreb

Ps, I still need four female names...