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The two girls led me to the side of the mountain. Do they expect me to climb that? I wondered.
Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case, as the girl in white called, "Open up! It's Stre and Ang, and a visitor!"
For a moment, nothing happened, but then the stone face in front of us pulled back and to the side, creating an opening just wide and tall enough for a person. The girl who'd spoken walked in, and then so did the other girl. I followed.
It was a small space behind, cramped with all three of us standing there. The walls were stone like the 'door,' but the opposite wall was black and had a slight purplish shine. Obsidian. A large piston contraption was set up at the side to open and close the entrance.
"Okay, you can close it now," called the girl in red. Behind us, the stone wall closed again, and for a moment we were in absolute darkness. Then, the obsidian wall opened up, and we went through. It opened into a large room.
Perhaps 'room' wasn't the right word to describe the place. It was large enough to hold a small village, which it seemed to be doing; everywhere I looked, villagers were wandering about as if everything was normal, except for the sense of tension in the air. A grumpy-looking villager wearing a black apron over brown robes was standing near the entrance. He nodded at us and walked away. I supposed he was the one who'd opened and close it for us.
The place must have spread beneath the entire mountain, and I could tell it had at least another level below this, since a staircase leading down was in the corner to the right. The walls, floor, and high ceiling were smooth stone, with thick pillars and rafters of acacia wood. Torches were everywhere, none more than four metres apart, eliminating all shadows. One quarter of the cavern, since I couldn't think of anything else to call it, was taken up by farms. The ceiling was lower over them, and had several redstone lamps to provide light for the crops. Next to that, another quarter held stables and pens for animals. This seemed to be the level where the people worked, because aside from the farms, I could see a blacksmith's station, a corner full of books and maps, and several counters for trading.
I stopped gawking to ask, "Okay... what is this place?"
"It's our bunker," said the girl in red.
"Ang's idea," said the other one. She must be Stre, then, I thought.
"Well, it's a good thing I thought of it!" retorted the other girl, Ang.
"Did I say it wasn't? I meant it as a good thing." Stre turned to me. "Sorry," she said. "We're getting a bit off-track. By the way, what's your name?"
"Hermione," I told them.
Ang nodded and gestured towards the stairs. "Well, come on then, Hermy. Downstairs. There are three levels. This is our - I dunno what to call it, actually. This is where all the important stuff is done. Plants, trading, all that stuff. The next level is living. We basically built apartments under here." She laughed. "And then there's storage. It's a bit chaotic down there."
Can't be worse than my house, I thought, then realised that my house could easily have been destroyed by now. The whole village, even. And anybody alive when I left had probably been killed, because I'd been selfish and only worried about saving my own skin.
I'm an awful person, I thought.
Stre picked up where Ang left off as we went down the steps, talking about how they built this place. "We only finished it a couple months ago, actually," she said. "Pretty good timing. We moved down here about a week ago, when monsters starting acting weird." She grimaced. "We have the whole bunker surrounded by obsidian, so no Endermen or creepers can get through, and we made it sure that it's too light for any monsters to appear." She frowned. "'Course, those precautions might be useless now. Endermen can probably get in, a single creeper might destroy the whole place, we could get zombies spawning in any shadowy corner..."
"But Endermen can't get through obsidian," I pointed out, frowning. "And its nearly indestructible, I'd doubt you have to worry about creepers..."
Ang raised an eyebrow. "That's true, Endermen can't get through obsidian, just like the undead can't survive in the sun, right?"
"Maybe... maybe it was the humidity," I suggested. "They don't burn when they're in water. Maybe it was just too humid for it to work." I hoped that was the explanation. It was the only one that made sense to me.
"Too humid?" Stre repeated, sounding amused. "How far did you run?"
"In," said Ang before I could respond. Like all the houses down here, the one we'd stopped in front of was made of bright orange acacia planks, with logs of grey acacia wood at the corners. It was a bit larger and more decorated than most of the other houses. Next to the door was a sign reading 'ANGSK8.'
Ang opened the door. Inside, the floor was hardened clay. There was a small living room and kitchen, and stairs going up.
"Help yourself," Ang said with a smile, gesturing to the furnace.
My stomach rumbled. I felt kind of bad just taking their food, but I was starved and needed to eat something. I got a bowl and found some cooked rabbit, carrots, potatoes, and mushrooms. Rabbit stew, then.
I sat down on the couch with the bowl of stew. Ang was in the chair opposite and Stre was next to me.
"So what exactly happened to you?" asked Strel.
Between mouthfuls of stew, I told them my story. The zombies and skeletons walking in daylight, my cowardice and how I abandoned the village, then how I collapsed of exhaustion after non-stop running for Notch knows how long.
The other girls listened in silence as I spoke. When I was finished, Ang asked, "So... that's the first time you've ever noticed this stuff? For us it started a week ago."
"I guess you guys are closer to the source of... whatever's going on," I said.
"I guess so," agreed Stre. "You were running from the south, right? It must be further north, then..."
"So, it might be a better idea for everyone to head back south, then," I said, "since it won't be so bad there, right?"
"Or... we could go north and try to stop it," Ang said, her eyes shining with excitement.
"C'mon, wouldn't that be cool? We could be the ones to get things back to normal!"
Stre was smiling and nodding.
These people are insane, I thought.
"I guess... it would be an adventure," Stre said. "Tomorrow, then. We head north, and figure out... why this is happening."
I had a sickening feeling I was included in that 'we,' yet for some reason, I didn't argue.
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Throughout this story I will regularly call people insane for doing the stuff you're meant to do in Minecraft, because I'm the kind of person who never plays above Normal difficulty and rarely above Peaceful. Also, yeah, Ang's a crazy doomsday prepper XD Hey, it turned out to be a good thing for the village, right? Don't worry Ang, you're pretty much normal for the rest of it.
I can't think of anything else to say, so here's the bit I'll stick at the end of every chapter. Constructive criticism is welcome, just as long as it's proper concrit, saying something specific to work on instead of just 'I dont like dis stop riting it.'
If you like this and want to be tagged at the end of the chapters for an alert when I post them, just say so.
If you haven't read the previous chapters, Chapter 1 is over here > https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/our-world-begins-to-fall-chapter-1.24551/
People in this chapter > @angsk8 @Strelitzia
People who asked for an alert > @cheesyunicorn @MagicMiner684
Chapter 4 > https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/our-world-begins-to-fall-chapter-4.25738/
Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case, as the girl in white called, "Open up! It's Stre and Ang, and a visitor!"
For a moment, nothing happened, but then the stone face in front of us pulled back and to the side, creating an opening just wide and tall enough for a person. The girl who'd spoken walked in, and then so did the other girl. I followed.
It was a small space behind, cramped with all three of us standing there. The walls were stone like the 'door,' but the opposite wall was black and had a slight purplish shine. Obsidian. A large piston contraption was set up at the side to open and close the entrance.
"Okay, you can close it now," called the girl in red. Behind us, the stone wall closed again, and for a moment we were in absolute darkness. Then, the obsidian wall opened up, and we went through. It opened into a large room.
Perhaps 'room' wasn't the right word to describe the place. It was large enough to hold a small village, which it seemed to be doing; everywhere I looked, villagers were wandering about as if everything was normal, except for the sense of tension in the air. A grumpy-looking villager wearing a black apron over brown robes was standing near the entrance. He nodded at us and walked away. I supposed he was the one who'd opened and close it for us.
The place must have spread beneath the entire mountain, and I could tell it had at least another level below this, since a staircase leading down was in the corner to the right. The walls, floor, and high ceiling were smooth stone, with thick pillars and rafters of acacia wood. Torches were everywhere, none more than four metres apart, eliminating all shadows. One quarter of the cavern, since I couldn't think of anything else to call it, was taken up by farms. The ceiling was lower over them, and had several redstone lamps to provide light for the crops. Next to that, another quarter held stables and pens for animals. This seemed to be the level where the people worked, because aside from the farms, I could see a blacksmith's station, a corner full of books and maps, and several counters for trading.
I stopped gawking to ask, "Okay... what is this place?"
"It's our bunker," said the girl in red.
"Ang's idea," said the other one. She must be Stre, then, I thought.
"Well, it's a good thing I thought of it!" retorted the other girl, Ang.
"Did I say it wasn't? I meant it as a good thing." Stre turned to me. "Sorry," she said. "We're getting a bit off-track. By the way, what's your name?"
"Hermione," I told them.
Ang nodded and gestured towards the stairs. "Well, come on then, Hermy. Downstairs. There are three levels. This is our - I dunno what to call it, actually. This is where all the important stuff is done. Plants, trading, all that stuff. The next level is living. We basically built apartments under here." She laughed. "And then there's storage. It's a bit chaotic down there."
Can't be worse than my house, I thought, then realised that my house could easily have been destroyed by now. The whole village, even. And anybody alive when I left had probably been killed, because I'd been selfish and only worried about saving my own skin.
I'm an awful person, I thought.
Stre picked up where Ang left off as we went down the steps, talking about how they built this place. "We only finished it a couple months ago, actually," she said. "Pretty good timing. We moved down here about a week ago, when monsters starting acting weird." She grimaced. "We have the whole bunker surrounded by obsidian, so no Endermen or creepers can get through, and we made it sure that it's too light for any monsters to appear." She frowned. "'Course, those precautions might be useless now. Endermen can probably get in, a single creeper might destroy the whole place, we could get zombies spawning in any shadowy corner..."
"But Endermen can't get through obsidian," I pointed out, frowning. "And its nearly indestructible, I'd doubt you have to worry about creepers..."
Ang raised an eyebrow. "That's true, Endermen can't get through obsidian, just like the undead can't survive in the sun, right?"
"Maybe... maybe it was the humidity," I suggested. "They don't burn when they're in water. Maybe it was just too humid for it to work." I hoped that was the explanation. It was the only one that made sense to me.
"Too humid?" Stre repeated, sounding amused. "How far did you run?"
"In," said Ang before I could respond. Like all the houses down here, the one we'd stopped in front of was made of bright orange acacia planks, with logs of grey acacia wood at the corners. It was a bit larger and more decorated than most of the other houses. Next to the door was a sign reading 'ANGSK8.'
Ang opened the door. Inside, the floor was hardened clay. There was a small living room and kitchen, and stairs going up.
"Help yourself," Ang said with a smile, gesturing to the furnace.
My stomach rumbled. I felt kind of bad just taking their food, but I was starved and needed to eat something. I got a bowl and found some cooked rabbit, carrots, potatoes, and mushrooms. Rabbit stew, then.
I sat down on the couch with the bowl of stew. Ang was in the chair opposite and Stre was next to me.
"So what exactly happened to you?" asked Strel.
Between mouthfuls of stew, I told them my story. The zombies and skeletons walking in daylight, my cowardice and how I abandoned the village, then how I collapsed of exhaustion after non-stop running for Notch knows how long.
The other girls listened in silence as I spoke. When I was finished, Ang asked, "So... that's the first time you've ever noticed this stuff? For us it started a week ago."
"I guess you guys are closer to the source of... whatever's going on," I said.
"I guess so," agreed Stre. "You were running from the south, right? It must be further north, then..."
"So, it might be a better idea for everyone to head back south, then," I said, "since it won't be so bad there, right?"
"Or... we could go north and try to stop it," Ang said, her eyes shining with excitement.
"C'mon, wouldn't that be cool? We could be the ones to get things back to normal!"
Stre was smiling and nodding.
These people are insane, I thought.
"I guess... it would be an adventure," Stre said. "Tomorrow, then. We head north, and figure out... why this is happening."
I had a sickening feeling I was included in that 'we,' yet for some reason, I didn't argue.
-----
Throughout this story I will regularly call people insane for doing the stuff you're meant to do in Minecraft, because I'm the kind of person who never plays above Normal difficulty and rarely above Peaceful. Also, yeah, Ang's a crazy doomsday prepper XD Hey, it turned out to be a good thing for the village, right? Don't worry Ang, you're pretty much normal for the rest of it.
I can't think of anything else to say, so here's the bit I'll stick at the end of every chapter. Constructive criticism is welcome, just as long as it's proper concrit, saying something specific to work on instead of just 'I dont like dis stop riting it.'
If you like this and want to be tagged at the end of the chapters for an alert when I post them, just say so.
If you haven't read the previous chapters, Chapter 1 is over here > https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/our-world-begins-to-fall-chapter-1.24551/
People in this chapter > @angsk8 @Strelitzia
People who asked for an alert > @cheesyunicorn @MagicMiner684
Chapter 4 > https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/our-world-begins-to-fall-chapter-4.25738/
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Yay, your name was actually said this chapter. XD
