Prompt: Scar Can't Really Yell (SCRY)

Night fell upon the server, engulfing the hermits that resided in it in darkness and pulling the stars up as the sun descended. It would be a beautiful sight to behold, if you disregarded the mobs spawning everywhere they could.

Scar was exploring a deserted area- a flat, desert biome lacking trees- one where no torches were placed. Maybe it was a bad idea, especially since he was a bit weak at that moment, due to a brief bout of sickness he had suffered through recently, and he had forgotten to bring torches with him on his expedition, but he refused to back down, in case there was something worth being found there.

Maybe, just maybe, he should've just turned away, ignoring his promise to himself, because as he looked around, he saw the consequences of the lack of torches. The flat area had become a home to more mobs than he could imagine in a single place. Zombies veiled by darkness took notice of him first, their perception seemingly able to pick up a player's presence faster and farther than the rest, dozens of them hording together and approaching him at a moderate speed.

Scar immediately turned to run, abandoning what he had been doing, desperate to get near someone's house- he knew he saw some lights as he had arrived to this place and he fled towards where he remembered spotting them.

The mobs approached faster than he expected- or maybe he was just slower for some odd reason. Either way, they were blocks away from overwhelming him. Scar was still pretty far away from the nearest base, and he was already growing exhausted. Maybe if he yelled he could gather their attention.

"H-" his voice cracked as he tried to cry out. "Help-!"

His voice was hardly audible, and what came out was easily covered by the deafening groans of zombies. His voice was far too quiet to be heard, even if he yelled as loudly as he could (which wasn't very loud at that moment).

The sounds of the hostile group was growing closer with every step Scar took, and he found his stamina fading away quickly. The zombies caught up in no time.Scar literally jumped out of his skin as he felt a cold touch of a zombie on his shoulder. He jumped around, falling over in the process as his foot his a stick on the ground. He landed with a huff, trying to get back up, but failed at the green monstes zoned in on their prey.

As the zombies closed in on his face, Scar tried to yell out, only to fail yet again. Oh how much he wished he didn't get that Laryngitis that one month. Then maybe he wouldn't be in this prediciment. He would be home safe and sound, nothing amiss in the world. He'd be able to speak properly, without having to care for his voice so much.

Scar had caught the dreaded sickness. He was lucky Grian had cared for him in his weak point, but after he recovered, his voice was raspy, and broken, he couldn't yell for help anymore. He wasn't mute, but wasn't completely able to talk either. For the while, he lived peacefully, without anything to hinder his life, he just had to be nearer to those he was talking to, he couldn't yell over the loud, whistling wind anymore.

He looked at the green faces of the zombies, hungry for Scar, for god knows why. He shifted on the ground, trying desperately to get away from his situation, wishing so badly he was back at home, safe and sound, snuggled up in his blanket as he wished for the night to end. He didn't want it to go on, he wanted to live! He wanted to, but he couldn't, because of his darned vocal coords.

Tears started to flow down his face, sadness overwhelming him in his chest. He couldn't do this! Scar once again attempted to get up, up and away, but a zombie's crooked leg got in the way, pushing him down onto the ground. Tears streamed down his face as he attempted to yell once again, but could not. His body was shaking at the monsters advanced upon their prey and Scar could do nothing about it. He was broken now, nothing to be fixed anytime soon.

In one last final will to live, he punched a zombie weakly, hitting it off balance, allowing him to scramble back a bit, but to his dismay, he was hit by a large stone wall, the beginning of a mountain. He cried, but had no tears left to cry.

The final night for Scar was upon them. Zombies killed Scar, leaving only a body behind to be found by the next hermit to come around.

Score: 9.5