Joseph was in a strong dream… he couldn’t figure out what it was about, something enigmatic, about his past and his friends, something haunting.  He tossed and turned in his bed, struggling to escape the grasp that manipulated him, and finally, he shot straight awake.

“What the hell was that!?” he gasped in the dark night.

He got off his bed to check the clock, and couldn’t find one, so he looked outside his window.

“WOAH” he jumped back and saw a zombie. “This has got to be a prank. Stop it whoever’s doing it!”

He decided to go outside and unmask the zombie, and when he found out who was pulling this prank, he’d knock them out! He came up to it, and when he touched his face, the zombie attacked.

“OW!” Joseph cried, and the zombie continued to attack him. “HELLLLPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!” he cried, awaking all of the villagers.

“Joseph! What are you doing out in the night like this!” Scott cried.

“THIS ZOMBIE IS CHASING ME! HELP! DON’T JUST STAND THERE!” outbursted Joseph.

Scott took an arrow and bow and shot the zombie. “Why didn’t you just punch it?”

“Are you crazy??? That zombie could’ve killed me.” Joseph said.

“Nevermind, go back to sleep, your training will start tomorrow. Don’t act foolish.” Scott said.

Without a word, Joseph went back to his shack, puzzled at what just happened.

The next morning, Joseph woke up and looked around for something to eat, “Boy, I sure am hungry!” He was disappointed to find nothing, and went outside to ask Scott if there was anything to eat.

“You’re 2 hours late, where have you been?!” Scott asked sharply, not answering his question.

“I-I-I didn’t know it would be that early..” he replied.

“Since you’re 2 hours late, your training will be longer than the usual time, and it starts NOW! Go over there,” Scott said pointing to the forest.