A skeleton rattled outside the window, and Olivia was on her feet in an instant.

"Isaac!" She yelled, and was immediately answered by a thump as he fell out of bed. "What's going on? Why are there mobs in the city?"

"Mobs?" Her brother echoed, scrambling upright. "Oh Notch, we need to get out."

"What's going on?!" Olivia demanded once more, only to be grabbed by the hand and dragged out of the bedroom. "Ow!" She yelped as her shoulder knocked into the doorframe. "Isaac!"

"Sorry, there's-" A door slammed open. "Mom! Get up!" Olivia tugged away from him, trying to hear what was going on outside, but the sound of crackling flames nearly drowned out any further information. "Mom?"

"Isaac, there's fire." She tugged urgently at him. "Mom's not even here, let's go!"

"Y-yeah, she must've run already." Isaac was audibly shaken, probably because why the Nether did mom leave without us, but they didn't have time to dwell on that. "Um, there are mobs in the streets. Skeletons, and zombies. There's a lot of fires, we need to- we need to find some people with weapons, probably."

"Right." Olivia's heart pounded in her chest, but she nodded, blinking her eyes under the blindfold to try and convince her body to wake up. Isaac's hand tightened around hers, and he moved towards the door.

"Just follow me." She squeezed his hand.

"Okay." Isaac shoved the door open with a slam, and the pair sprinted out onto the street.

Though she had lived in this city her entire life, Olivia was forced to clutch her brother's hand as her sense of direction was completely thrown off by the myriad of unfamiliar sensations she was forced to experience. Screams echoed off of walls, arrows whizzed through the air and slammed into wood and flesh, and the fire was very, very real around her.

She could feel the heat of a dozen burning buildings on her skin, and the air was thick with smoke. Her bare feet pounded against the cobblestones beneath her, sending spikes of pain up her stiff legs, and her brain felt like it was still waking up.

What in the Nether was going on? There were too many mobs, way too many mobs. And all here at the same time, there was - there was something going on. It couldn't be random, it was an organized attack, but who could-

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Isaac stumbled, dragging her to the ground with him as he fell.

"Ohhh that's not good." He pulled his hand away, and Olivia reached out blindly for him.

"What happened?"

"I'm shot. My leg. I can't run." Isaac's voice was stilted. "You have to go."

"Are you serious?" Olivia pushed herself up, reaching out and grabbing the fabric of his sleeve. "No way. I can't go on without you. Literally, I mean, I can't see!"

"You'll be a sitting duck here!" Isaac grabbed her by the wrist, lifting her hand to her left. "That way is a clear street. Find somewhere quiet and hide, just get out of the street." She opened her mouth to protest, but he interrupted. "I'll find a hiding spot too. Just get out of this, okay? I'll come find you." Olivia gave him the biggest scowl she could muster, but obeyed. Stepping away from her brother's fallen form, she turned and broke into a run, away from possibly the only thing in the world she had left.

Deprived of her only anchor, Olivia could do nothing but run blindly through the smoke and flames. Zombies' groans and the screams of those that still survived still rang out through the night, but they hardly served as a point of reference given her total lack of experience with the situation. So she kept running, hoping and praying to Notch that she wouldn't slam straight into a wall.

She tripped.

Olivia threw her hands in front of her as she crashed to the ground, scraping her knees on the rough stones. Rubbing her stinging palms on her shirt, she stumbled upright once more, moving to start running again.

-only for a cold hand to grab her forearm, dragging her back.

She let out a cry, yanking her arm away with all her might, but the grip was firm. Her faint hope that it was another human was crushed when she was whirled around to face the figure, and the horrible stench of rotting flesh filled her senses.

"No, no, no!" Olivia fought the creature with all her might, kicking and hitting it with everything she had. Her blows struck true, but the creature seemed unaffected, letting out a low moan and catching her other wrist. "No, let go! I am not being eaten by a zombie!" She kicked and bucked, but the monster held her effortlessly. Before she knew it, one of its' cold hands was on her neck, and her feet were forced out from under her as it threw her to the ground.

Her head against the pavement, and she was out.

The first thing Olivia noticed upon waking up was the uncomfortable tightness of a cloth tied over her mouth.

Immediately, she began to struggle, but quickly found it impossible as she was tied up firmly and lying on what felt like a moving cart. The rocking and bumping of the vehicle made her stomach churn, and she forced down the bile rising in her throat. This was no time to get sick.

Instead, she lay still, trying her best to listen to her surroundings. She could still hear (and smell) the zombies, as well as the constant beating of footsteps. She could hear skeletons, too, their bones rattling and clicking together as they followed along. She… had been kidnapped. Not killed? At least, not yet?

Letting out a muffled groan, she twisted on the bottom of the cart, trying to get comfortable. She felt oddly exposed, but she couldn't figure out exactly why - until she realized that the blindfold was gone from her face.

Reflexively, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her eyes were… damaged, her mother had said. Unsettling. That's what the blindfold was for, really - to protect everyone else from having to see her. And closing her eyes wouldn't help to hide the scar that ran across her face.

She wriggled in her bonds, but still couldn't move an inch, hands tied firmly behind her back and legs bound at her ankles. For the millionth time in her life, Olivia wished that she could see. Maybe then she'd be able to get a better idea of what was going on.

The cart bumped along for what had to have been hours, Olivia getting gradually more sore, hungry, and tired along the way. She longed to go back to sleep, but the rattling and bumping of the cart she rode upon was far too violent for her to get any sort of rest.

She wished Isaac was here.