The Beginning
A few hours ago I woke up in what seems to be a never ending forest. I remember nothing of my past life, and I have no idea why I'm here, but I am here, and that is unavoidable.
I've decided to keep a record of everything that I do in this journal, in order to keep a straight mind and not forget things that I really shouldn't. The fact that someone other than me is reading this means that I am either dead in some unknown location, or that I have misplaced this book through even more unfortunate events.
Only read on if you are ready to know the cold hard truth of one lonely survivor.
Day 1
When I woke up, I wandered around a while before noticing there was a small black backpack swung across my shoulder. Hoping that it would have some clue to who I am or what I am doing here, I very carefully opened it and placed all of the contents on the ground to inspect.
Inside the bag was a silver canister of a clear liquid(water?) a small hatchet, a spade, a large(but empty) leather-coated book with a common ball-point pen attached, a box of crackers, and two stones(flint and steel?). Realizing that it was already past noon and time was constantly flying by, I decided it would be best to look for a place to spend the night. The crackers would last me at least a few days, and the water at least two, so I didn't need to worry about that.
Skipping ahead a few hours, I eventually found the perfect place to set up camp. Near the largest tree I saw, there was a small hole leading underground to a stone room(~4x4 meters large). There was nothing inside except for some rocks and branches, which must of fallen in from outside. Immediately I knew this would be the safest place I was bound to come across, so I got to work.
Because the sun was just a couple hours away from setting, I couldn't get much done, but I still tried to do as much as possible in the short amount of time I had. First off I gathered enough branches and twigs to last the entire night, if I would be successful in starting a fire. After that, I lined a corner of the room with stones to contain the area where the fire would be, and stacked all the wood I had on the wall to the right side of the fireplace. Then I made a crude wooden slab, and attached it to the tree so when night came I could close myself in. The last thing I did was bring some armfuls of dead leaves into the cave in the opposite corner of the room than the fireplace was in, and I formed a rectangle for me to sleep on.
Right now I am writing this entry after successfully starting a small fire(after about 20 minutes of trying) and closing off most of the hole, while leaving a small area for the smoke to escape. I really should be sleeping now, but I keep hearing noises outside, and it's hard to fall asleep unknowing of my surroundings. Then again, curiosity did kill the cat, so I suppose I should at least try to keep myself from going outside in the dark. Good night to myself, and I pray to have some luck finding out more about what's going on in the morning.
A/N: I know most people are dissapointed that the first day doesn't have much action or large events taking place, but later on I promise you things will be getting very hectic. If you're looking for an interesting story about a strange teenage boy that needs to survive in the Minecraft land, make sure to keep reading on! Also any Reviews or PM's are greatly appreciated!