A world filled with questions
Chapter 1
The lands were filled with the sounds of animals that grazed on the plants that grew around them. The only thing unnatural around here was the stone building that stood out in the plain grass lands. The stone house was a ten by ten by three metre dwelling, that only had the odd hole filled with glass to let sun light in. The Inside was light by torch light, making it possible to see at night. And the flooring was wooden, most likely so that someone's feet would not get cold from the stone. The room was filled with a bed, double chest, crafting table, two stone oven and a male human. The human was walking about thinking of something to do. He thought that maybe he should go mining, but quickly remembered his last adventure(He almost died from a slime). He then opened his double chest and placed everything he had on him into it, and then withdrew a knife with flint on the end of it. He also grabed some beef that had been cooked earlier that same day, it was cold but food is food. He then closed the chest and walked out the door, locking it with a piece of string(he would tie it round the door knob and then tie it round a small hook he had created on the side of the wall right next to the door).
Now he was out side and ready to decide on what he wants to do.
"I could always just exsplore like i did last time" he whispered under his breath."Might as well, Northward ho'!"
He jogged in the direction of north which he figured out by the sun. He soon incountered a forest and slowed his pace. His mine soon opened the door to his memories as he ducked and dodged the trees around him. He remembered shouting out... 'why, why did you do this' his hand slowly felt his face finding a scar that ran down from his forehead to his left cheek. The stubs of his regrowing beared poked his fingers as his mind slowly closed the door to his memories, and this was not the first time it had been opened. the scar looked like it would have taken a year to fully heal because of how long and deep it was. just missing his eye and at least the cut didn't do any real damage to his brain or jaw. The man was in his early twenties and had short black hair and had hazel eyes. He had a average body wieght (not fat but not skinny) and was wearing brown leather vest leggings and boots to protect him from the cold and to also add a barrier between him and rough surfaces (bushes, rocky hills and tree branchs).
Soon he started to get slower, and had a puzzled face. He could hear something, but it wasn't a monster it's was something else. His feet stopped as he listened hard... It was human! his mind quickly opened that same door as before and relived the experience, this time the door wouldn't close. It just continued to say the same words again and again... 'why, why did you do this... why, why did you do this... why, why did you do this...'. he slowly took a step back listening to the human that was coming closer
"It's going to be ok father we'll find some were soon just don't leave us here alone" the human said in the distance. it had to be male and was not a childs voice. "come on sis' it's getting dark".
There were three humans! the scarred man flashed his thought though his processor as fast as humanly possible.
"They sound in trouble? Is the father leaving or dying? are they friendly or harmful?". He muttered to himself but he then turned to his first rule of survival."Better safe than sorry!"
He turned around and walked away, hear the something that would make anyone second guess their decision.
"sis' where are you... SIS'?". the far away human shouted as his calls faded over the distance.