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The house stood tall and proud, open on the plains for all to see. Steve picked up his axe, uncaring as the sun dipped lower over the horizon and got to work chopping. A mine would be next, and he needed more chests to store things.
As the sun fully vanished below the horizon, he heard the sounds begin to emerge. An odd swish, soon dismissed as wind. Still, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he looked around nervously. It was getting harder to see, his house only shedding light for a few blocks around.
He went back to chopping the tree.
Then another sound came, this time seeming much closer. The rattling of bones followed by a sharp twang, and Steve only just ducked in time to dodge the arrow that shot his way. He panicked, and ran further into the forrest, so the trees would shield him from more arrows.
That’s where he saw them. The zombie stood right in front of him, it’s green face a mockery of life with vacant eyes. Steve stumbled back, noticing with horror that it’s clothes matched his own, but were torn in several places. It drew in a breath, the sound monstrous as air scraped along torn organs, and let out a groan.
Steve, properly panicking, stepped backwards as fast as he could, but the forrest made it hard to run. His back soon hit a tree, the zombie never stopping in its approach. It reached its arms out forwards, grabbing his arm and pulling hard. Steve’s vision went red for a moment as he let out a cry of pain, but the zombie was reaching forward with another hand towards his face. Steve wrenched his arm out of its grip, pulling back his fist and punching it.
It stumbled back a few steps, enough that Steve was no longer pinned to the tree. As it recovered and once again began to advance, Steve saw many others, all with their sickly green skin and clothes identical to his advancing from between more of the trees.
At first he tried throwing more punches, and although each one was knocked back, the horde of zombies kept approaching, threatening to overwhelm him.
He ducked out from the hands grasping towards him and began to run.