SOS [Private]

S.O.S.

Whoo yeah I'm playing Minecraft live, only I can't dig down or fly in emergencies. Now just let me find some zombies.

Seth had come from the library, one of the last secured areas of campus. Campers who got the library as their hiding place knew more about the zombies than others around camp: there was a pile of serious zombie-related books to enlighten them. They were running out of food though, so the son of Bia had volunteered to take a trip to the camp store. Some campers there had tried to prevent him from leaving, knowing him that he'd probably end up distracted by zombies, and that it was almost dark. He was to get the supplies from the camp store and come straight back. If he came too late, he'd have to try his luck getting into other safe buildings, but Seth went out all the same.

The real reason he risked going out was that he was troubled about the campers stuck in the infirmary. Word about different areas of camp traveled around throughout the day by campers who visited the various safe buildings and sometimes by IM at night. Every hour campers turned up, bringing supplies, news about the latest deaths or information of buildings that were no longer safe. The campers in the infirmary had been struggling to survive since day one. What little supplies they were rationing in that building was running out, and most were too injured or sick to obtain food and water, much less defend themselves. He wanted to help them defend against the night attacks and bring them supplies, but Seth knew the campers in the library would never allow him to leave for that reason, for the library doors were locked fifteen minutes before sunset. There were already too many deaths, and the library contained a lot of valuable information that could not risk being destroyed when fighting the zombies.

But they were right about one thing, Seth was getting distracted from his mission -both the fake and real one- by the thoughts of encountering a zombie. He was kind of excited, but then remembering that they were simply mindless bodies inhabited by the force of some Hades kids, and that it could be someone he knew, his excitement faded. However, the feeling of being hunted, having to be constantly on the alert was danger to him. Seth craved for adventure; he couldn't stand sitting around waiting for something to happen. The way his pulse quickened, how his senses heightened when he was in a potentially dangerous situation; it was like an addiction. He would put himself at any risk just to experience the flurry of emotions coursing through his body. The only reason he hadn't met his end yet was because he was always able to think on his feet and get out of trouble.

As he drew near the Armoury, Seth head a desperate voice pleading to be let in. "...Just OPEN them! Nothing is here yet, I swear!  ...Please, please, please, PLEASE!" It was then he noticed that the sun had already set. Oops. Just as that realisation hit him, something else hit him from behind, causing him to trip and tumble into a bush and a pile of dead leaves. A body had risen from the other row of bushes behind him and stumbled into him. Seth could tell that it was a zombie at the first glance. Or the first smell. It had a rancid, foul smell. The face was unrecognisable - months of decay under the soil had left its flesh rotten and infested with maggots. Only its teeth seemed untouched, a striking row of white, drawn in a grotesque smile. The son of Bia was somehow glad for that, for he didn't have any reason to hesitate. "But ew you just touched me didn't you," Seth complained as if the thing could comprehend him. "Dude you could have just whacked me with a stick or something. Yuck." The whistle clasped in his hand immediately elongated into a long, straight, elegant staff. The zombie lashed at him with bone-thin fingers the shape of claws. Seth slid half the blade out to block the clawed hand, the gleaming metal bright in the moonlight against the dark wood of the staff. The lower arm struck the edge of the razor-sharp blade, and was sliced off, falling to the dirt with a thump. Amazingly, it flipped itself over and crawled towards him. He hurriedly scrambled up and kicked at it, sending it flying into the bushes.

Its like Thing from The Addams Family, Seth murmured, revolted but at the same time fascinated. Cool. And then another thought occurred to him. Well, now I have a new life resolution: I want to be in one piece when I die. Having my severed limbs chasing after people is just.. not happening. Twirling the other end of his staff over, he knocked the zombie's skull from its flimsy neck bones and backed away. He started towards the voice, flicking sticky damp soil from the sleeve of his dark blue shirt.

Seth was beginning to see a lot of difference between Minecraft and this real zombie apocalypse. The most important being that if you re-spawn you'd appear in the underworld behind a long queue of semi-transparent moaning people. At least from what he had heard about the dead. Seth suspected though, that if he died during the apocalypse within range of the Hades kids, he'd simply be reanimated as a zombie. He'd become an undead puppet who would attack his friends for food. And they'd try to cut his head or legs off so he couldn't come at them. I really hope I don't turn into a zombie. Because I don't particularly like the taste of blood. But damn, I should have kept the hand, it makes a creepy pet.

Turning the corner, Seth saw the Armoury's locked door, and a girl plowed into him, sending him sprawling into the bushes at the side of the path again. Behind her a pace behind were two moaning zombies. Oh no, you guys are not running into me. He instinctively rolled out of the way.