Ever since the first night this strange world has been more frightening than I thought. It's lonely, every corner with some evil lurking, and you're never quite sure what is watching you. It could be a sheep, a zombie, a cow, a pig, a skeleton, or a creeper. They are as bad as they sound- 4 legs, a long, slender neck, a bony hideous face with a frown. They sneak up behind you and explode. Killing off themselves for a tragic death.
There is a story behind everything- why not creepers? They have no point. They are probably some genetically enhanced creatures built to kill. To kill us...
-The Beginning.
It started as any other day should, mother had packed me a lunch that I was never going to eat, father was off at work, and my sister bed-ridden after coming back from the hospital. She had just come back from cancer, she was on the last thread of life, and I was practically the only one that was trying to mend it. When she cried, I would always have to comfort her in the night, get her food when I come home for lunch- my dad is out and mom is grocery shopping while I go to school- and I'm the only family member that spends time with Emilie.
She gets lonely, and afraid when her asthma kicks in, thinking that the death of her has come. She's the strongest in our family. I kissed her forehead before I left, and she smiled. "I love you." I said before I closed the door behind me. I was directly speaking to Emilie, but mother and father take it as a response to them. I took my time as I usually do to the walk to school, and arrived 12 minutes before the bell.
The school walls began eroding and square blocks started appearing everywhere. Everything was gone- my neighborhood, the school, everything. Cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, squids, grass, trees- everything. It all appeared in seconds. It was so strange- the blocky world had become something more than just blocks. It had become a majestic masterpiece, my home, there weren't any worries here- just a nice home.
Freedom, solitude, and a place to go for a nice stroll. I began my walk to find nothing- and came upon a village by sundown. The strange villagers were rushing into their houses, and they all blocked me out as I went to their doors. Rain had started and it rushed down my cheeks, along with my tears. This place wasn't for me. It was for survivors, and I was a city boy, no survivor.
