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Infestation Chapter 1     Christopher Miles hit the power button on his alarm clock. It was 3168, and they still couldn't create a less annoying alarm sound. He sat up in his bed, and stretched his arms. He removed his pajamas and slipped into his every-day clothes, which included loose jeans, a white tank-top, a gunpowder black leather jacket, and dark brown combat boots. His hair was a shaggy black mess, with goggles slipped on over it. His blue eyes went well with his pale skin. He checked the calendar, making sure today was the correct day to go to the Free World Mining Station(FWMS). As he slipped out the door, he cringed at the sunlig

Infestation Prelude     Christopher Miles was an engineer who worked for Free World Incorporated, a business that held all of the power of anything that lived and breathed. They hired Miles for a certain job down under the mines of the city, where a beetle infestation has been occurring for the past few months. The CEO of Free World brought people together for a sort of "extermination team" to deal with the problem. Miles was one of these people. Him and 14 other people would willingly plunge into an abandoned mine for a few extra bucks. It was all for the money. It was always for the money.

MINECRAFT DAYZ #2 CHAPTER 2- CREEPERS(NIGHT ONE) The evening air chilled his nerves. He was able to build 2 wooden axes and a wooden sword. The axe sped up the process of getting the wood, while he has yet to use the sword. His inventory was almost half full with wooden planks. He smiled when he looked at his house. The tree he built into was now gone, and the house was all that stood there, next to the cow herd that moved around every so often. He thought of making a door, so he went to work on a nearby tree. Then, he heard hissing, right behind him. He started to run into his house, but the mysterious creature exploded, sending him flyi

MINECRAFT DAYZ #1- SHELTER(DAY 1) He woke up in a forest of some kind, trees and dirt as far as his limited vision could give him. His first thought was starvation, or getting slaughtered, but he could possibly fix the second problem by building some kind of shelter. Yes, a shelter, that would protect him. The man starting ripping apart a tree, getting chunks of wood, and then stuffing them into his backpack. The tree levitated there, seemingly untouched by the law of physics. "What kind of hell am i in??" He shouted at the hovering tree. His hands were not even sore. He placed the blocks of tree in front of hime, then realized he could