I feel my heart pound inside my chest and beads of sweat trickle down my face as I run as fast as I can back to my little wooden house I made to survive the night from the many mobs that swarm around me as they spawn in the cold darkness.
I know it was a bad idea to go hunt for meat at sunset so far out from my house but I had to. I was already down to three on my hunger bar.
My sprint has finally gave out and I can hear the hissing of the creepers that catch up to me as I stumble over my own feet. I feel something sink into my leg and feel something wet and sticky flow down my leg. There is a sting every time I take a step so I finally look down to see many arrows sticking out from every which way of my legs from all the skeletons that I have passes.
I'm so close to my house now its just over the two more little hills then I will see the glow of torches from inside. I hear another hiss and every thing moves in slow motion as I see the creeper flash as it aluminate with pure power and stares me down with those beady black eyes that intertwine with its mouth. I try to avoid it by making a sudden right turn but I'm to late.
The blast sends me twenty blocks away being slammed into a tree making all the air forced right out of my lunges and into the cold night. My ears still ringing from the blast I can feel all my bones ache as I roll over, this is the end I think the zombies will pick me off any minute now . I can smell my burnt hair and skin as I lay there in the grass.
The ringing starts to subside but I don't hear what I expect to hear which would be hissing, groaning, arrows zipping through air but no there are voices. I can't place the voices but they are yelling and fighting warrior voices that don't sound scared or alone but triumphant and then worried as the voices get closer to me.
I can't see any more too much blood from my forehead has dripped into my eyes. I feel a strong set of arms wrap around my legs and back being lifted into the air bridal style.
I'm able to open my eyes for a second to see who is carrying me. It's a man with chocolate-brown hair, black sunglasses and a purple and yellow pendent around his neck. We are surrounded by smoke and ash that burns my eyes but even then through all the disaster and yelling in the background he give me a crooked shining smile and I know I'm going to be alright.
"Thank you." I whisper to the stranger before drifting off to total darkness.