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the middle of the dirt path. Stan stared at it, and Charlie and Kat got up. Kat turned on Charlie.
    â€œHow did you get a Creeper on your tail? I thought you were staying out of the mine!” she yelled at him.
    â€œWait . . . that was a Creeper?” asked Stan.
    â€œYes, that was a Creeper! Why did it start following you?”
    â€œSo that’s the thing that everyone talks about?” asked Charlie, wide-eyed with shock and horror. “I’ve seen the posters online . . . but I always assumed that they, like, broke into your house and stole your stuff or something! They blow up ?”
    â€œYes—now for the last time, Charlie, how did it get on your tail?”
    â€œI went down into the mine.”
    â€œWhy?” Kat demanded.
    â€œI . . . uh . . .” Charlie thought that it would be a little bitrude to tell Kat that he’d gone in the mine to stop her from betraying him and Stan after she had just saved both of their lives from the Creeper.
    â€œI, uh, wanted to help you guys. I wasn’t finding any food, and I didn’t want to be useless, so I, uh, went in after you guys. Followed the line of torches . . . Yeah! And, uh, then I saw that thing and tried to fight it off but my sword broke, so I called you guys for help because I knew you had swords that were . . . uh . . . un-broken?” he finished lamely. Kat was staring at him with a look of half exasperation and half amusement.
    â€œUh-huh,” she said in a teasing voice. “Well, we’d better get going. We should really get you an ‘unbroken’ sword, and I don’t know how to make one. So you didn’t find any food at all?
    â€œWell,” replied Charlie, “I found some wheat and a few apples. I don’t know if we can do anything with the wheat, but the apples are edible.”
    â€œWell, that’ll have to do,” replied Kat. “Let’s go.”
    As the three players continued on the road to the Adorian Village, Charlie sighed, resigning himself to the fact that now he could never abandon this girl who had saved his life.
    They still had plenty of daylight left. The path was going in a straight line, and they were beginning to see hovering chunksof leaves with no trunks on the side of the road. This meant that they were definitely close to civilization.
    â€œExcellent,” commented Stan as they passed a watermelon farm with a sign that was identical to the one at the wheat field. “We can get some food from this field. Just don’t destroy any of the vines.”
    Each player picked a watermelon and destroyed it. There were multiple watermelon slices yielded from every destroyed watermelon, and the players ate all the juicy fruit to completely assuage their mounting hunger. Kat, who was particularly hungry, even ate the two raw pork chops that she had in her inventory.
    â€œHey,” she said through a mouth full of watermelon and uncooked pork chop to the two disgusted-looking boys, “ih mayna be preddy, butet getsa zhob bun.” When their faces changed to confusion, she swallowed and said, “Hey, it may not be pretty, but it gets the job done.”
    Charlie rolled his eyes at her. Stan was about to crack a joke when, for the second time that day, a player burst from the woods with a sword in his hands.
    This time there was no hesitation. Within seconds all three players were on their feet. Kat held her stone sword in front of her in a guard stance, and standing behind her were Stan, clutching his heavily damaged wooden sword in shaking hands, and Charlie, who had balled up his fists andwas getting ready to fight, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet.
    This player was dressed like a Secret Service agent. He had on a black tuxedo and black shades covering the eyes on his olive face. He was holding a golden sword in an attack stance, ready to kill the first one to make a move.
    Kat spoke first. “What do you want?” she