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An explosion was the last thing Blue heard before everything went black.
There was a Wither, smoke, and black skulls flying everywhere. He saw Red rebound a skull with his sword only to be hit by another one.
Then he saw Second diving in front of another skull, shielding Yellow with his body as both fell to the floor.
Blue wanted to help, he rushed towards them before being knocked out by a skull.
At least, in his dreams he could be somewhere else away from the chaos, a nice place with a big field of crops growing peacefully, surrounded by his friends and his favorite food.
A place without withers or monsters and pain.
Blue liked his dreams-
— Wake the fuck up!!! — Green yelled at his face, making Blue's eyes snap open, oh yes, he wasn't in a nice peaceful field right now.
Blue didn't get a chance to talk or even create a single thought before Second run by them, yanking Blue to his feet and pulling him along as they ran.
The creature was unrelenting, as if its only goal in life was putting each one of his friends in a coffin.
Blue sometimes forgot how strong Second truly was, creating shields to protect everyone at each step.
They actually had a chance, if the Wither had mercy. One of the heads seemed to aim for Second Coming this time, finally understanding that he was the issue.
Everyone seemed to move in slow motion for a moment. Blue's eyes moved from Second to his friends, as everyone rushed towards him.
They were going to die. They were all going to die.
Second seemed to also come to that conclusion because his eyes went the brightest green, and Blue lost his footing, falling backwards into what could only be called a portal.
There was explosions and painful groans reaching his ears as he fell.
He instinctively reached a hand towards the opening, but before he had the chance to do anything, he hit the ground with so much force, the cracking noise that reached his mind and the agony that followed immediately knocked him out again.
—Up Blue, come on now... — Yellow's voice reached his ears, and cold hands slowly pulled him to sit up. — This is no place for dying...
Blue's only reply was a groan of pain, his head was pounding and he felt a burning feeling in his entrails, like he had swallowed acid.
— Where are we?.. — Blue managed to mumble, eyes slowly coming back to focus on the strange amount of sand under his body.
— A desert of some kind.. — Yellow said, finally standing straight and looking around. There was no one in sight. — Second must have sent us away....
Blue shakily got to his feet, his vision went white with the hot burning pain in his side. He doubled over, before lifting his shirt to reveal a nasty looking injury, the blackness seeping through his skin.
Withering poison.
— Fuck... — Blue groaned, looking over at Yellow who also seemed to have a few injuries of his own. — What do we do now?..
Yellow sighed grimacing at his friend's wound before grabbing his backpack from the sand and tapping it to clean it off. — We walk, Blue... We walk until we find a place to rest... Desert days are brutal, but the night will be cruel... We can't waste time...
Blue already dreaded the experience, but he pulled his own backpack over his shoulders and started walking, ignoring the feel of sand going down his back.
The first half a hour was awful, Blue was starting to sweat profusely and it was causing his clothes to stick to his skin and worst, his wound.
Neither had packed much water, nor food. And the Sun seemed adamant to cook both alive after two hours of walking.
Blue walked slowly, his legs muscles burning after the 4 hour mark, and his side hurt so bad he couldn't really focus on anything else.
— Blue... — Yellow whimpered behind him, before falling to his knees on the hot sand.
Blue moved as fast as he could to his friend, noticing how tightly Yellow seemed to grasp at his own chest.
His intuition moved him to lift his friend's shirt just enough to see the rather large withering mark on Yellow's chest.
— Oh fuck.... We're so screwed..— Blue grimaced. — Why the fuck didn't you say anything before?
— What good would that have done? — Yellow whispered, limbs too shaky to stand up. — Would that make it away, by any chance?
Blue tried to help him to his feet, but Yellow couldn't hold himself at all, it would make the walk unbearable.
— Shit... Shit.. — Blue grumbled, before he took his own backpack and dropped it to the floor. He proceeded to shove his items into Yellow's bag instead, filling it to the brim with all the things he thought important.
He kept tabs on the ingredients he had still, enough for a couple of healing potions he was sure. Blue helped Yellow put the bag on his back, before giving him a piggy back.
— How long..are you going to be able to carry me like this? — Yellow asked, his words quiet and breathless.
— For as long as i need to... — Was Blue's answer, as he slowly started walking again.