Could have been me: Chapter 1 - Embrace for Impact
Warnings: people die, swearing, violence, mentions of death
That’s what they all say.
In my experience, not really true.
Now, I know what you’re gonna say.
“Wow! You died and came back to life. And when you came back to life you somehow found yourself in a fantasy world. That is so cool, I can wait till I die.”
Nope. Please, please don’t die. It’s not as fun as you would like to believe.
Plus, I am really only here due to some glitch in the death and multiverse system.
0/10, would not recommend dying. Especially when it’s having a piano fall on you from a building.
My name is Chloe and this is how I died, came back to life and possibly died more times.
“Look, I don’t want any problems.”
“Neither do we,” shouted a man that looked around my age, possibly in his 20s. “Just give us the goods and we will be on our way.”
It’s been a week since I’ve arrived in this mysterious world. After having a conversation with some giant death lady about how I don’t belong here, I had woken up, alone in a forest. I had none of my belonging I had before I died. No phone, no food and not the book that I had finally started reading after it sitting forever in my ‘to be read’ pile.
What I did have was a sword, survival guide (filed with safe eats and crafting recipes) and a compass.
The compass didn’t point north like most compasses do. So, on a whim, I’ve been following the direction the needle pointed in.
As stupid as it may sound, when you find yourself encountering skeletons, zombies and even mutant deer things, you find yourself questioning if the compass is purposely pointing in another direction.
Despite having no survival skills and being on a less than desirable fitness level, I have some how survived.
“Hey lady,” snarled the man with the crossbow. “You either hand over the goods or I’ll shoot.”
His partner chimed in, “normally we don’t fight woman. But most better looking, ye.”
I know that I might not be the skinniest and a lot on the chubby side, but I had hoped that there would be different standard here.
I mean, in Ancient Rome women that were bigger were more desirable.
“Since you’ve asked nicely,” I started, raising my shield. “No! How about you fuck yourself.”
“You little!” The man with the sword lunged at me.
I blocked it with my shield, shoving him back.
I took a step forward and swung my sword.
He ducked and kicked at my leg causing me to fall. My sword slid across the ground with a crash.
“I said give us the goods lady.”
He slashed me again, I held up my shield that was still strapped to my arm.
Before he could get another hit, I rolled to the side, jumping up on to my feet.
I took a glance to where the sound came from. An arrow was shot into the ground, at the spot my head was seconds ago.
My heart jumped into my throat as the image of what would have happen if I didn’t move flashed in my mind.
Even if I can respawn in this world, I am not looking forward to dying again.
I brought my attention back to the two men.
The man with the sword started to creep towards me, looking like he could pounce on me at any second.
My sword was feet away from me. There was no way that I was getting to it in time. I am big and slow, meaning that I would get shot or slashed the moment I turn my back to get it.
I might have been raised in a technological world, but I ain’t stupid.
I’m not giving them my stuff. I don’t have a lot but doesn’t mean that I am giving it up.
“Now lady, there is no point in fighting. This is your last chance.”
That was when I remembered something that I read.
Although it could be said for any other ancient warriors, Vikings often rammed into people with the shields. The also held the strap, allowing them more control over their shields.
Shields may have been used for protection, but they were also used as a weapon.
This could work more in my favour than waving my sword like someone who hasn’t used a sword until a week ago.
Vikings may have been big and had more muscle than me.
But I was one thing that those two twigs weren’t. I was fat. I personally like to use chubby, but I’m getting off track.
I smirked, adjusting my shield to mimic Vikings. “No, this is your last chance.”
“You losers are better off surrendering or suffer the wrath of the mighty.”
The two man paused, looking at each other before bursting into laughter.
I took this as a moment to charge.
With a roar, I rammed into the man with the sword.
His body hit the floor with a heavy thud.
I kicked his hand that still held tight to his sword. Once the sword scattered away from him, I smashed my shield into his face.
His head hit a rock, causing him to burst into read dust. The things he had in his inventory fell to the ground.
“One down,” I could feel pride in myself bubble inside as I got the first kill. “One more to go.”
Maybe I should have been scared of myself, maybe the adrenaline is stopping me from being ashamed that I just killed someone. Not a monster, an actual human being. Maybe, with in this past week I have some understanding that the gap from death and survival was to kill when they don’t back down.
I turned to the man with the crossbow, his mouth hung open in shock, “you- you...”
“Your last chance to run. Unless you want to end up with your brother.” I took my stance ready to ram into him if needed. “Maybe you will be lucky to respwan like your mate there.”
His eyes narrowed at me, his face turning red as his face morphed into rage. “You’ll pay for -“
Before he could even finish his sentence he hit the floor. An arrow was planted into his back.
Another shot was fired and he was turned into red dust.
Relief washed over me before adrenaline jolted back into my veins.
I lunged for the sword in-front of me.
Just because they maybe the enemy of my enemy doesn’t mean they are my friend.
“Don’t worry, we’re not here to hurt you.”
On the other side of the dead bodies stood to other men.
One wore royal garb and had long pink hair with pointed ears.
The other wore a knitted jumper and jeans, his hair short and brown. His hair cut reminded me of when I was planning on cutting my hair short, that was till I decided against because my hair was too thin and being better long.
They both seem familiar, like I’ve seen them somewhere. If this wasn’t some form of déjà vu, it would probably take me a while to remember who they were.
A week of exhaustion and craziness definitely has not been good for my brain.
“We have been looking for you,” said the man with pink hair. He placed his crossbow on the floor. A sign of peace?
“A friend of ours has told of your arrival.”
I stayed silent, watching them.
My instincts were all jumbled. One half wanted me to trust them, the other wanted me to run them into the ground.
Monsters maybe easy to kill, but people are harder. I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting, I haven’t been able to sleep well and these adrenaline boosts only get you so far and last so long.
Then I heard the sound of metal whirling around.
I reached into the pocket of my jacket, pulling out the compass.
The compass was going crazy. The needle spun round, pausing when it pointed to the two people.
“Like Technoblade said, we are not here to hurt you.” Said the man in the jumper, taking small steps towards me. He looked weaker then the other one, if I was to take anyone else out, I would kill him first.
“Kristen, the goddess of death has told us to look after you, Chloe.”
I took a hesitant step back, my breath hitched.
How did they know my name? How did they know I was in contact with the death goddess? Where have I heard the name Technoblade before?
You would think, if I recognise their face and their name, I would know where I knew them from.
Gods, it’s been a long week. I really need a nap.
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