Hermitcraft Oneshots and AUs (Season VI And VII) ((FIN))

Cleo: R&A-BS

Third person

The giggles of a young girl echoed throughout the house.

She was playing joyfully with her mother, the father at an unknown location. The mother told her daughter that the father was on a long trip. It was a lie.

As the girl played pirate, her mother coughed harshly, her lungs seeming to hate her.

The air smelled of death and rotting corpses. It could be speculated that the smell was her lungs problem, but those native to the dying world knew elsewise.

The mother was infected with a disease that had taken more then 2 thirds of the servers' inhabitants. Those who were infected dare not leave, for fear of spreading IT to other servers.

Now the young girl was oblivious to her mother's plight. The girl was infected as well, but it was affecting her more quickly.

Instead of slowly corrupting the lungs until the air they breath only channels the mind controlling bacteria called Bi-ra. The people affected where called zombies.

The people that had it affect them quickly nearly always died. Their bodies were too weak to try to fight it, and to weak to support it.

It was a pity, really. That the mother held her dying daughter in her arms. That she covered her daughter's body in a cloth and put her favorite bandanna with her. That the mother dug her daughter's grave and covered it. That the mother fell to Bi-ra shortly after the Bi-ra took and spread to every world, and the zombie race was a normal part of every world in about 2,000 years.

That the origin of zombies was forgotten

Until that faithful day when an explorer found an old world, ravaged by the effects of the Bi-ra disease. She found diaries, talking about the pain, and agony that came from this disease.

One day she found a grave. It was overgrown with bushes, but the headstone was undeniable. All the other graves where apparently unmarked.

The headstone was to worn to show anything but the person under the dirt's first name.

انا

A woman, presumably.

Suddenly, the explorer could hear a crying. It was from under the mound.

Tremendously freaked out, she began digging it up.

Eventually, she hit a blanket. And whoever was under it, was somehow ALIVE.

Knelling, she lifted the blanket and gasped at her discovery. There was a young girl-roughly 6 or 7, who was half dead! Her skin was green, bone was clear in places that her skin and flesh had rotted away, and she clutched a white and red bandanna to her chest.

The explorer picked up the short girl, saying softly in her best Old World dialect "مرحبا ، اسمي مستخرج-ماذا لك ؟"* The girl looked up and mumbled "انا كليو."

The explorer smiled as she gently attached a wristband to the girls wrist, inputting for players name "ZombieCleo."

___8 years later___

Cleo. A fluent in Old World, prodigy in history, 16-year-old.

She had nightmares frequently, and when she was offered to join a group of players that thrived to help rehabilitate breeds like her, she accepted.

To Hermitcraft she goes.

*Cleo

*-Hello, my name is -EXTRACTED-What's yours?

*I'm Cleo.

(I used Google translate for that. Arabic, don't kill me for getting something wrong.)

CramSalesman OUT.