I shifted around and opened my eyes. The warm morning sun was gleaming on me, and clouds were above. This wasn't right.
Quickly I sat up, and looked around. Everything was... made of cubes? I stared at the water, which was flat, yet seemed to be moving anyway. And then I heard an oink.
I stared at a pig that was walking around in the grass over by me. There was a distinct line where sand met grass. And these cubes were a meter high each, but I was only 1.7 meters high, last time I checked.
And then I remembered where I was before I appeared in this strange place. I remembered that I was laying in my bed at home, listening to my PearPod Touch, eating a bag of Rays potato chips, with a bottle of Dr Salt. I was also watching my sister, - wait... what was her name? I racked my brains hard to remember, and it popped in - Carla. Carla Freeman. Funny how I can remember what I was eating before I remember my sister. My name is Cody Freeman. And I had a brother, whose name was Anthony Freeman. I think... but anyways. It's been a long time since I've seen them. At least at the time I'm writing in this journal, which happens to be about 2 months from the moment I woke up on the beach.
My sister, Carla, was only 10, and was in 4th grade, or something. And my brother, Anthony, works for a company called Black Mesa, and he works there as a scientist. I was 15, and used to work at a place called Shake and Burger. It is also the year of 2013, of the month of, maybe March? I lost track of what day weeks ago.
So, as I sat around in the sand, my heart began to beat kind of fast. The pig, remember the pig? Don't forget about the pig. The pig was just looking at me innocently. I was actually full, even though the last thing I ate was that bag of Rays potato chips and the Dr Salt. I must have fell asleep, I soon concluded, and somehow ended up here, on a boat, a car, or something. But I was alone. Desperately alone.
I began to walk. A mountain, a pretty big mountain in the distance, was towering over a few trees and a small pond. There was black stuff on one side of it. So I set out for the mountain, in hopes of finding someone.
But nothing was there. I trudged up the mountain, even peered inside a cave, but I didn't see a soul, except for a chicken. Suddenly, I stumbled onto the grass 5 meters below. I got hurt, and immediately got a little hungry. So I stabbed the chicken, 4 times. With my fist.
But all that came out was 2 feathers, and you can't eat feathers. I looked at the sun, which was basking my face. It was noon. Which can't be good. Days must last a mere hour at the most, and the night may be even longer, assuming there is a night. But all I've seen are cows, chickens, pigs, and sheep during the day. What sort of wildlife would I find at night?
I remember, a while back, about deciding that I was in a parallel universe. I remember thinking how my mother and father would rescue me, but it never happened.
Anyway, I soon concluded that I needed a place to sleep sometime soon, and I'd need to build a shelter, painstakenly by hand. But these blocks are oddly light and small when you destroy them. And you can carry up to 64 meters of dirt inside a single pocket of my backpack, which is cool. After finding that out, I gathered lots and lots of dirt, and I was planning to make a hut out of it. But looking at the side of the mountain, I realized that I had already made a small alcove, and began to make a wall on the outside of it, with a door and a window. I also noticed that the dirt can float, when I accidently destroyed the dirt block next to the one that floated.
Soon enough, I had a shabby, camoflauged hut. And it was lucky, too, because the sun was going down. I got to see a beautiful sunset before settling onto two dirt blocks I made as a bed. In a few minutes, it looked like it was eight o'clock, judging by the moon which was full that night, and I fell asleep quite quickly.