Hey guys, this is my first fanfic, and I chose to write about my favorite game, Minecraft.

I know the amnesia thing is totally clichéd, but the protagonist does regain memory, trust me. Feel free to point out errors in reviews.

-SuperWuppy

Chapter 1

Awakening

"Nooooooo!"

I bolt upright, jolted out of slumber.

My heart is pounding. I don't know where I am.

I don't know who I am.

I frantically search my mind for something, anything, to hold on to, but all of my memories- the city where I lived, the faces of my family and friends- are slipping away like water.

I slump back down to the ground, utterly hopeless. I can't remember anything, but I do have a sense that something is profoundly wrong, that I should not be here.

But where is here?

It only occurs to me then to stand up and take a look around. If this is the place where I will meet my demise, I may as well be familiar with it.

I am standing atop a lush green hill. Before me spreads a dense forest of pine and birch trees, which extends as far as my eyes can see. Spinning around, I take in an arid desert, devoid of all life, stretching out behind me, and the deep blue ocean on my left, with squids and multicolored fish lounging within.

I stand in silent shock. How can all of these regions exist in such close proximity?

I sit back down on the hill, with my feet dangling over the edge. I need a plan if I am to survive in this new world. I don't know if there is anything here that I can eat, or if the land will pose any dangers to me, but I decide on one thing as I look at the new territory laid out before me. I will survive here, and I will never give up.

I look at my body, which is unmarked, suggesting that I entered no conflict in my entrance to this land. Or have I been here all along, and just can't remember? I estimate that I am a teenager of thirteen or fourteen years.

Glancing down, I see that I have traced letters into the sand at my feet unconsciously. Examining them closer, I see that they spell out a name- W-I-L-L. Will? Is that my name?

Energized, I stand up and prepare to descend into the forest. I have a purpose, and a name. Although I am no better off than I was ten minutes ago, I feel like the richest person alive.

My first task is to find some sort of sustenance, to keep me from starving to death. I wander in among the close-set pines, looking from left to right as I search for some sort of food. In between the roots of a tree, illuminated by a shaft of green-tinted light, is a cluster of brown-capped mushrooms. I pluck one from the ground, and sniff it cautiously. I really don't want to eat the fungus, since I have no idea if it is poisonous or not. But at this point, I don't see that I have much of a choice. I take a tentative bite of the mushroom, and find to my delight that it is actually rather tasty. It has a full, earthy flavor to it. I gobble down two more, then scoop the rest into my pockets. I'll need to figure out a way of making a more efficient bag soon.

Next on my list of needs is a shelter. I will need to find one quickly, as a glance at the sky reveals that night is already falling. I don't see anything that can protect me from the elements, or any hostile wildlife, around my present location, so I move on a little bit farther. Padding over the soft forest floor, without so much as a snap of a twig to announce my presence, I come across a cave set into a hillside. I poke my head in and take a look around. It's rather musty, and will be dark when night comes, but there's nothing I can do about that. I find a comfortable-looking spot in the corner of the cave, drag in some moss to sleep on, and arrange it in a nest-like shape on the ground. Rubbing my hands together, I admire my handiwork.

Suddenly, a low growl makes my hair stand on end.

Coming out of the shadowy recesses of the cave, looming out of the darkness, is a human figure.

I stand stock still in the cave mouth, hoping the creature won't notice me.

It does.

As it approaches, I see the ripped rags and greenish skin covering its body. Only one word comes to mind- zombie.

I scream, losing my head completely, and make a run for it. The zombie picks up speed and begins the chase.

Pelting through the narrow forest path, I forget to see where my feet are landing, and trip over an outstretched root. I scrabble on the ground, trying to get up, but my legs seem to have no energy left.

I bury my head in the dirt. How did it come to this? Barely a day of accessible memory, and my life is over. Misery threatens to crush me just as surely as the zombie.

Suddenly, the groaning stops. Everything stops. The breeze, chirps of bugs, everything.

There is a colossal flash of light that blinds me for about twenty seconds. When my eyes readjust, the zombie is gone.

I droop back down onto the ground, close my eyes, and fall into deep sleep, utterly exhausted.

In a chilly, white-paneled lab room, a group of coated scientists stand peering at a row of computer monitors. One shows Will's perspective, one is pointed at Will from a distance, and one is a giant map of the land in which Will is trapped.

"Are we even sure that this can work?" asks the youngest scientist. His nametag reads 'Derek'.

"No, of course not," intones a tall, thin man with spectacles perched on his nose. He wears no nametag. "This experiment holds every chance of failure. After all," he says, glancing over to a padded chair, which holds a boy of Will's exact description, and has innumerable wires running every which way out of it, "None of this even exists in reality."