Story The Last Hero

I was just working on a short story for WarZ. Heres what I have so far. Don't steal please!
Chapter 1 - Misfire

The bullet came past me, whistling by like a torpedo. I turned back the corner and set my SPAS-12 down onto the snowy ground. Picking up my last Barrett, I scoped in on the target. His diamond armor shone bright and reflected his face onto it. My finger shook as it maneuvered itself into the trigger hatch. As it pulled the metal lever back, it tightly gripped the handle of the gun. A loud tchu was yelled from the front of my Barrett.

I peeked over the scope to see the enemy disappearing into oblivion. White particles floated from the player’s death point. There was a shuffle in the bush behind me. Turning my head around the corner again, I reached for my SPAS-12. To my surprise, it wasn’t there.

“This can’t be good,” I whispered in the chilly wind of Snow. I hovered my hand over the ground one more time. Looking up, my heart sank to my feet.

“You’re going to get destroyed, little… Zippie,” A man in iron armor pointed my SPAS-12 at me, scaring me half to death. What should I say? Should I try to kill this player?

“How about we make a deal?” My voice quivered. I slowly lifted my hands into the air, opening my palms.

“What kind of deal are you talking about? Theres no point in making a deal when I could just one shot you,” The man tilted his head slightly the opposite way. He lowered his gun.

“Very true. I was thinking…” I paused, preparing my next move.

“What were you thinking?” The man reached into his bag to pull something out.I quickly grabbed by SPAS from his waist and pulled the trigger. The gun did not respond. Frantically, I pulled the trigger again, and the expression on the man’s face poofed into mid air. I took a deep breath, gathered his items- recovering a mint condition golden apple and a can of pasta- and returned to scouting the area.

Step after step, I rounded the outskirts of this mysterious town. There must be a lot of players coming here often. It’s been 15 minutes and I already fought two enemies. I thought to myself. The previous enemy’s pile of items contained a diamond chestplate, boots, and helmet. After heaving the plates of gem onto my body, the sun told the moon to follow it around the Earth. Minutes later, the lunar light illuminated the white terrain ever so slightly. The top layer of the earth became a pastel blue.

I forced my head up from my chest and opened my eyes as wide as I could. I’m nowhere near a safe sleeping area. Should I drink my last mountain dew to stay awake? What if I need it for a fight? I stared blankly at my hands as they lifted my fingers- counting my ideas. Another shuffle could be heard from a bush, slightly down the rocky path.

“Go to sleep, Zippy,” I whispered to myself. A dark light covered my sight and my arms fully relaxed.





Chapter 2 - Lava Falls

I don’t like to team with people. But, only for one reason: I can’t be independent. I can just remember what my grandfather said…

“Double the power means half the learning. One moment’s knowledge will spread to multiple persons instead of just one. A team may be bigger, but it is not better,” I repeated to myself, peering out the window. That team may be big, but they can’t be as experienced.


“Alright soldiers, this is it. Enemies are located in multiple areas here,” Sergeant Bterm explained to the team. Bterm shook his bag, hoping that the graph would fall out. After much failure, he shook the paper into position, setting it on a stand.

“Look. At the lava falls, there are zone 6 chests. This may indicate that a set of-”

“Sargeant! You are forgetting the point,” Private Chris interrupted the Sargeant. Sergeant Bterm shook his head in disagreement.

“No, Private, it is you that is forgetting the point. Do I play games, Private? Answer me!” Bterm shook in anger at the Private. Chris did not answer. This was followed by a slap and a kick. The Private then stood up and pointed toward a long, smooth storage building.


My binoculars became blurry as I set them onto the table. That is sure a big team. I just can’t put together why the full diamond had to pull out a graph in the middle of the Nether. Well, I am only Fried101, the default player who likes to run around zone sixes!
What if I made a team? Then I would actually stand a chance against those pros! The chair creaked as my shoe balanced on it. I peeked up one more time out of the window, just to see that there was no one there.

“How in the-” I was interrupted by a bullet piercing my chest. A camera panned over my corpse, showing a full diamond reload his weapon and step away. My sight went black and I heard a swarm of a birds flying over the opening in the trees. I could ever so slightly see a player respawning 75 feet away. It reached into its bag and tugged out a rag. The player set down the bag and pulled the cloth open. Inside, there lay a green gem that seemed to glow in the sunlight. The player looked up and eyed me. Uh oh, this can’t be good.



Chapter 3 - Source of Hope

Being known for a certain skill has its downsides. Once your strength is found, a weakness can be found as well. My proof for this...well, let me explain. I woke up in the same place, the moist snow and grass under me. My skill is, when I’m awake, I am a decent player. But, as you might have thought, when I’m asleep...I’m like that one dude Fried101 who rushes zone sixes all the time. Knows the map, but can’t do much other than that. So, when I awoke, I immediately stood up and went straight for the entrance of snow. I was then hit in the face by something, and unable to move. It was almost like an animal was holding me down.

“Dangit,” I snapped, my items popped into my bag. You have entered zone: 1. I looked down the stone path, staring straight at a player. I’ve got nothing to lose, might as well go sneaky beaky style, and fight that guy.


------To be continued..

 

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