?'S POV
Hostile mobs chased after me while I sprinted away in the jungle; I grabbed my damaged stone sword and grasped it tightly when I avoided some zombies gathered near a tree.
Suddenly, a spider that was chasing me finally caught up and bit me from behind; I yelped from the wound and tripped over a tree root. We both fell into the ground and I stabbed the spider on the head with my sword to kill it.
After a few hours, the sun started to rise and the hostile mobs started to run away or die of sunlight. I fell into the dirt ground and was struggling to stay conscious. Finally, I gave up and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up groggily and unaware of who or what had saved me from the wilderness. Suddenly, a voice said "Finally, you are awake; don't try to move too much, you may reopen your wound."
My hands suddenly touched the area of the wound and saw a bandaged area; I gritted my teeth from the sudden pain. The voice sounded like a male and with some effort, I said "W-Where am I and how did I get here?" He replied with "Well, you are in my house and I found you at the edge of the jungle, wounded and bleeding out."
After a awkward moment of silence, he said "Well, my name is Steve." I replied "My name is Darkdrag333, or you can call me Dark for short." "Well, I made you some supplies to help you survive once you get better; it's in a chest outside on your left." Steve said. Then, he went outside and went
I carefully got up from the bed and walked over to the wooden door. I looked around and observed the room: it was a simple square 8x8 box; it had a bed, torches, furnace, and a crafting table. I opened the door and walked into the bright daylight, I found the chest that had the supplies and took the stone pickaxe, some torches, and 5 apples.
