A/N: this story originally started as a way for me to write outside of my comfort zone, I'm not one to write fanfiction about real people and I never planned on posting it anywhere; however, I did like how it turned out and thought others might find enjoyment in reading it, that is the purpose of writing after all. so enjoy

It had been months since the incident that left her trapped her inside a game and she still couldn't believe it. Through some form of voodoo or black magic – she found she didn't really care – twenty-two year old Iris found herself in the unforgiving world of Minecraft, a game she had wasted more hours on then she cared to count and probably will never play again if she ever gets out of here alive.

She found out quickly that Minecraft is fun only when you aren't in actual danger of dying from the plethora of monsters the dev team invented, she had a wide array of bandages covering multiple injuries she had sustained from the hostile mobs, though she still wasn't sure that if she died she'd stay dead and she didn't want to die to find out.

Her current task was gathering more wood, several months worth of work and she's made a small tree house, a few pieces of furniture, a small wheat farm, a bow and some arrows and iron tools, she had no diamonds, very little iron and next to no food apart from bread, she was finding it hard to survive on her own and she hasn't seen so much as an npc village for support.

She stalked through the woods, carefully listening for danger, chopping trees and snacking on apples to keep her strength up, she climbed to the top of a nearby hill to determine how long she had before dark and as soon as she did she was greeted with earsplitting screams and calls for help, she looked down to see three men in a cave near the other side of the hill, there was a steep drop to the opening of the cave and they couldn't seem to climb up it, they were surrounded by seven or so zombies and she could see a creeper moving towards them from above; they weren't in a good situation.

She sprung into action, setting up a shot with her bow, she took out one of the zombies, a few more shots and the group was down to two zombies and the creeper, she climbed down the hill as quickly as she could, stopping about six feet away from the creeper, she took it out with her last few arrows. She looked down the drop to see the remaining zombies closing in on the group, the tallest one helped the shortest one up while the other friend steadied himself for a fight, she noticed the shorter friend was injured. She drew her sword and jumped down between the group and the mobs, taking them out with relative ease.

She turned around, the two unscathed men were checking over their injured friend, she couldn't see much past their protective wall but she could tell he was in bad shape, his arm was pressed to his side and he was having trouble standing, even as he was being assisted.

"I have some bandages in my pack." Iris spoke up, "let me see his wounds, I can help." the two gently leaned their friend against the wall and turned around, she swore they were familiar, as if she had seen them ages ago.

They exchanged glances, then the tall one nodded and they stepped aside, she handed the one wearing glasses her sword then moved to the dark, hunched figure at the wall, opening her pack and getting out some bandages and water, his head was down and she was afraid he might have passed out, "I'm going to lift your shirt so I can clean your wound, it might sting a bit." she said loudly, while gingerly pushing his hair out of his face, he looked up weakly, their eyes met and she froze, the realization hitting her like a wall "Mark!" she gasped quietly, he looked at her questioningly and she heard the two behind her -who she now knew were Wade and Bob- shift, she gathered her composure and shook her head, "never mind."

she worked quietly, washing then bandaging three separate gashes along his torso and side, when she was done there was a sheen of sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, she smiled apologetically, and he even managed a tiny one back.

She stood and looked to the sky, panic gripping her as she saw the sun starting to set, "Shit!" she said, she looked around the cave focusing every sense intensely on her surroundings, after a short moment she sprung into action, "You!" she said, pointing to Wade, "can you carry him?"

"Well, yeah but-"

"No buts," she cut him off, "Get him up, we need to move now!" she ordered.

"you," she said, focus turned to Bob now, "you keep the sword and provide rear defense." she ordered again, but he was already on it, "there are four heading this way, about ten or so yards down the cave, I'm going to work with him and try to get us out of here before they reach us." she explained.

"Okay." he answered, determination in his stance.

she got her pick axe from her pack and started to carve a path for Wade to start moving up, it was only about fifteen feet up but it was going to take some time, she was weak from hunger and starting to feel dizzy.

She had the path cleared and was helping Wade and Mark out of the hole about fifteen minutes later, Bob right behind them and the zombies she had mentioned closing in on them, she grunted as she kicked some gravel down on them, dealing some damage and effectively blocking their path out.

She looked up, the sun was gone and the orange in the sky was giving away to the night closing in on them, she looked to the group around her, exhausted, scared, and worried for Mark's well-being, she suspected they haven't been here long, "okay," she began, "I have a house, its just on the other side of the small patch of trees on the other side of the hill, it's up in a tree so we might have some trouble getting him up there without it hurting a bit but it's safe."

Bob and Wade shifted uncomfortably, but it was Bob who spoke "No offense, But how do we know we can trust you?" he asked.

She didn't blame them, she opened her mouth to explain but before she could Mark spoke up, "We have to go... dark..." he tried weakly. Bob looked at him, worry plain on his face, then nodded.

Iris looked to Mark, "It's going to get bumpy, we have to rush, I'm sorry in advance."