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I ran Was there. To escape from many zombies. 
I went through the cave and saw a house with a hole in the stone wall. A little more home ... At 
that time, I saw a figure in the house. There were two people. I thought it was a zombie and held my only weapon, the "stick". I opened the door as much as I could and jumped into the house. However, there was no one there and it was quiet. I closed the door and sneaked into the bed. 
The next morning someone was knocking on the door. But when I opened the door, there was no one there. At my feet were a rotten chunk of flesh with burnt edges and a tattered iron helmet. 
"Wait." I muttered. 
"If the zombies were wearing helmets, why did they burn?" 
I thought for a while, 
"There are two zombies, and they quarrel with each other, and one of them picks up the other's helmet. But before I put on the helmet, it burned out. " 
Then, I swallowed the meat and milk that the zombies had dropped for breakfast at the same time. I couldn't help it because I didn't have food. 
I went mining that day as well. Put on the helmet that the zombies dropped. 
But nothing happened that day. There wasn't even a zombie, let alone a horde of mobs.
I was happy. At the same time, I became scared. Because such a horde struck me until yesterday, but today I can only hear my footsteps. 
But I was slamming the pickaxe against the stone to drown out that horror. When I ate all the rotten meat and milk I had in stock, my inventory was full of stones and ores. That said, the ores were all iron and coal, and I couldn't find any diamonds or gold. There were dozens of iron and coal. 
Still, I was happy because I found iron and coal. After turning iron ore into bars in the outside kamado, he repaired the tattered sword. 
When I looked at the window of the house, I saw a figure. Besides, this time it's not two or three. There were many. Moreover, everyone was a zombie. 
Thinking good, I picked up an iron sword and opened the door of my house. It seems that no one escaped this time, as much as when I looked from the outside. 
When a new sword swept away the zombies, I got a lot of food ... rotten meat. 
I put my precious food in a chest and started crafting on the workbench. 
I was crafting for a few minutes and when I was tired and wanted to take a rest, I heard the door open from the entrance. I turned to the back, but no one was there. 
When I closed the door and tried to head to the workbench again, a black sword appeared next to me. I don't have such a sword. 
I couldn't look back because I was scared, but I could see the windowpane in front of me. 
There was another person besides me, with a black sword right behind me.
Category:Creepypasta