LOST

Chapter 6

LOST

Chapter 6

 

The sound of swords slashing and swinging through the air could be heard a mile away. If we weren't all clumped together in a tight space trying to battle our way outside. Outside where the power generator is and where we would all hopefully meet up with Jason and Jerome.

But we can't do that because the mobs just keep spawning!

"Seto! Now might be a good time to explain why the sudden increase in mobs just started happening," Mitch hissed through gritted teeth.

"N-now!" Seto squinted as he blasted yet another squad of zombies at close-range with his purple balls of fire, "You really want to talk about this now?"

"Well, no... but answers would be nice." An arrow came in from the left, I dodged and swung my sword to the zombie horde to the right. Arrows whizzed by my head as I noticed Ian make quick shots to the surrounding skellys that were getting to close. Adam and Quentin were banding together, moving closer to the door, trying to fight their way through and hopefully free the way for us.

"There's a shift in balance, the rules that support our word are beginning to crumble. If this keeps up the world will keep changing, days will grow shorter, mobs will live longer, memories may get altered."

"Wait our memories may get changed!" Adam shouted then quickly ducked at an incoming arrow, "how do we know?"

"I don't know! Do I look like I have all the answers?" No one answered Seto's question, "Forget it, just get outside."

The mobs were beginning to thin out and at last we made it outside. I breathed in fresh air and let out a relieved sigh, their rate of spawn seemed to have stopped altogether for now.

"Where's Jason and Jerome, we should hurry and find them. Then we can scavenge for leftover supplies."

Mitch shrugged his tired shoulders and sat on the ground for rest, a bright red flare was shot into the sky. No more than at least hundred blocks from us... insanely close, yes, need for flare, no. It hardly mattered now as Quentin and Ian raced over towards the flare.

I walked over to a laying Adam and a standing Seto, "How are you holding up Seto? It was really dark, I couldn't tell if you were doing ok." I was just trying to hold a conversation but I could see it would lead me no where since there was not a single scratch on him.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about, when we gather the team we can all rest and I can take first watch." Seto wasn't even looking at me as he spoke, he only gazed up into the sky.

“You sure you’re not tired, you’re the one using the most energy,” Adam lazily sighed.

“I said I was fine, I don’t need to rest!” Seto’s fist flared with a purple aura and Adam’s scrambled up his eyes wide.

“Whoa, calm down Seto!” I edged closer to him and tried calming him down, I was about to grab his shoulders when he glanced back at me and moved away. The flames from his hands died down and the light of the moon was our only source of light now.

“I’m fine, don’t touch me…” he growled and walked away, leaving both me and Adam here in shock.

“Jezz, I forgot how moody Seto gets,” Adam huffed and flopped back down on the grass closing his eyes to the night.

“That’s not how Seto normally acts,” I countered, “He’s much more mellow and playful, not moody.”

Adam immediately shot up, “Ha! I’d like to meet that Seto!” he laughed at me like I was joking, but I wasn’t, we remember two different Setos. Just like I remember Seto having different eyes, but Mitch said they were normal.