I'm panting, and sweat stains my shirt as I run. Hissing and rattling and moans fill the air, but I dare not look back. My home was invaded on barely the first night. Those undead broke my door down, and some blasted Endermen took my wall in places.
My home had been simple, log at the corners with planks everywhere else. Windows had decorated the home at regular and expected places. No one could ever accuse me of having style, if there was anyone around. No, my only companions were the pigs and cows around me.
I had collected wood and stone fairly quickly. Making a sword gave me a sense of security. A false sense of security I soon found out. Night fell, and with it came horrible creatures.
The skeletons, they were more of an annoyance than anything else. If they stayed far away. But did they? No, oh nowhere close. They gathered around my walls, their bows at the ready.
Zombies, now they truly made me shiver. They were dressed just like me, but their eyes were gone, leaving only the sockets. Their arms were always outstretched towards me, trying to scratch and grab hold. The moans shook me to my core, some primal part of me scared out of its mind. They were the ones who broke down my door.
Creepers came in. The frown was almost comical until it was right in my face. I barely escaped that encounter. They seemed scary in the way that they were silent, waiting to startle you into shock so you'd freeze. Then they'd expand and explode.
Enderman were more of a nuisance before I looked into one's eyes. Before, they just stole blocks from me. After, they teleported in through some sort of magic and man, were they mad. It was like they hated my eyes or something.
Spiders climbed over the walls it took me so long to build, waiting on the roof. Or maybe they only served to block my way out. Their eyes glowed and they sometimes carried skeletons, doubling my problems. The Endermen stole blocks while the skeletons shot arrows through the holes.
Creepers came in at some point, and blew up my walls. I had to run, as staying there would have been suicide. Not that this was much better. Running for my life through trees and grass, arrows flying after me and who knows what in front.
I trip, landing face first. I look up to see a frown. I pale and get up, but it was too late. The last thing I heard was a boom.
World Deleted
I look up to see the shining sun. Fluffy clouds float in the sky, and I'm happy. I know what kind of house I want to make. I grab wood, some stone soon after.
Eventually, even my house is done. Just a simple log corners and planks everything else, with windows here and there. I craft a sword, feeling safe in my home with my trusty weapon in my hand. The sun sets, and the moon rises. I hear hissing and rattling…
So yup, I hoped you liked it. If you did, please review. If you didn't, please review. If you're interested, I have two other stories in the works. They're War of the Withers and Gentle Creatures. Bye.