Wth another slash of his sword, martyn took down another skeletion and turned around
just in time to see toby nearly get blown up by a creeper. Toby tripped and fell backwards into the hole they had made just hours before just as the creeper exploded,
the blast going over the hole. Once martyn killed the last zombie, he hurried over to
"Christ, dude." Martyn said, helping toby out, "Almost got yourself killed."
Toby flashed a grin, "I know! Awesome rght."
Martyn rolled his eyes and they both picked up their swords. They patched up what the
creeper had damaged and went to build the generator they had been working on before
they were rudley interupted. Martyn pulled some cobblestone out of the chest and put it on the workbench.
"How do we build this again?" He asked toby
"How should I know?" Toby put up his hands
Martyn laughed, "You're a goof."
Martyn turned from the workbech and walked over to the mine, leaving toby clueless as
to what he should do to help. He had no idea what martyn needed and no idea how to
build anything at all. Toby pulled out his map to look at it as martyn pulled out his pickaxe and mined some iron he had just found. He had a tendancy to get distracted
from the main objective often. Toby turned his head, his brown hair geting his his eyes and he brushed it to the sides, and offered martyn help.
"I don't know how many peices I need." Martyn admitted, "But see how much iron we have."
Toby put the map in his pocket and pushed open the chest, "Uhhh.. 11 peices, dude."
"Alrighty." Martyn said, comming back over to toby, "Lovley, we've got enough."
"What else do we need?" Toby asked
Martyn pursed his lips, "We need wood. Do we have any?"
"Wood for a generator?"
"Just go with me on this, toby."
He giggled and checked both of the chests. Holding it open, he tilted his head and
looked into it. The chests didn't have much stuff in them so toby didn't need to move things around. No wood though. He closed the chests and fixed his black sweater.
"No dice." Toby told him, "Should I go chop some trees down?"
"That would be a good idea." Martyn told him, fixing his bandana, "Just go into the woods a little. I want to have trees surrounding us."
Toby nodded and got an axe. Martyn went back to work on his generator and toby
walked across the campsite and past the mine. The trees were pretty thick, so as
toby went past the first threes, he vanished from martyn's view. Toby walked untll he came to a small clearing and started chopping at the first tree he saw. With his diamond axe, he cut down the tree n six swift chops. He moved onto the next one, and did the same. He wondered how many he needed because he haddn't asked martyn. He would just
get a full stack.
Back at the campsite, martyn was looking at his map, wth his back turned to the forest toby had vanished nto. The sounds of birds chirping filled the air, and martyn realised just how quiet it was without toby around. He laughed to himself and looked up at the blue sky, and the sun shining bright. Suddenly the breeze pcked up slightly, causing his blonde hair to get into his eyes and whip his bandana flaps around. He heard a russle from behind him so he turned, expecting it to be toby with the wood. He frowned to see that no one was there.
"Toby..?" He asked outloud, "That you?"
There was no awnser so martyn cautiouslly looked around then turned back to the
crafting table. He had just picked up his iron bar when he heard a noise and a noise again. Kind of like leaves being crushed under a foot. He spun around agan.
"Knock it off toby." He said, "It's not bloody funny."
No responce. Martyn stared hard at the forest wall and took a few steps forward,
waiting for toby to step out, laughing or something. Instead, all he got was silence exept for the wind blowing leaves across the campsite.
"C'mon dude." Martyn said slowly, taking a few more steps forward.
"Martyn littlewood." A voice said behind him. Definitley not toby, "How lovley it is to finally meet you. We have alot to talk about.."
Martyn turned around but before he could see or attack the person, he knocked to
the ground without being touched, and with a final glance towards to woods, he slipped into unconciousness hoping toby was okay.
Toby had just gathered all the wood he needed when he felt the eeire wind ruffle his
hair and make the trees seem slghtly sinister. Toby walked through the woods again
and emerged into the campsite.
"Hey martyn, I got the,-"
He looked up to see martyn no where in sight. Toby walked over to the crafting table
and set the wood down, looking around. The tent was open, but martyn wasn't there,
he checked the small mine but he wasn't there either, nor was he at the camp fire.
Toby was just about to assume martyn just went into the woods to get something, but
then noticed martyn's black bandana lying on the ground close to the forest wall,
across from where toby had went into the forest. He picked it up, the wind flapping it around in his hands. He knew to be worried now. Martyn was always wearing it. And if he
wasn't, he wouldn't just leave it lying around. Toby grabbed his sword and looked
around the camp.
"Martyn, where are you?"