(For the sake of ease, even though Minecraft players (Steve and Alex) don't technically have a gender, I'm assigning Steve and Martin a male gender and Alex female.)
When I first woke up in the middle of that huge forest, it's safe to say I was overwhelmed. I could remember who I was to an extent, and what I could and could not do for the most part, and other basic things. I didn't know how I knew, I just did, and that was half of my problem. I spent the next two weeks or was it longer? trying to piece things together. Why was I the only one like myself around? How long did this world stretch out? Why was I here? These questions were soon dispelled as I had other things to occupy myself, such as the monsters that come out at night.
Yeah, it's not pretty when the sun goes down. Zombies, skeletons, creepers...it gets messy very, very quickly. Instincts were what kept kept me alive those few days it took for me to get my feet under myself. I built a makeshift house, gathered food, even made some armour and eventually went mining.
Still, none of this seemed to make sense. It was all hunky dory, but what was the reason behind it? Survival? Creation? There were so many things I wanted to know but didn't have a place to start. At least, until I met another player.
I'd been on my own for quite a time by then, still confused, but pushing it back more and more as the days passed. But one night, while I was out mining, I stumbled across the body of another player. They had orange hair, a green tunic, and leather pants and boots. This player, later identifying themselves as Alex, was out cold due to blood loss from an arrow wound to their shoulder. I couldn't just leave them there, so I slung them over my shoulder and took them back to my now much better-built house, and waited for them to wake up.
Well, Alex did, but it wasn't exactly a pleasant conversation that followed. She whipped out of bed and tackled me, pinning me to the floor. I threw her off and pushed her against the bed saying that we could do this the hard way or the easy way. She chose the hard way, and slammed her foot into my heel, and I wince remembering that pain. Then she kicked her leg up, catching me in the jaw as I doubled over to clasp my foot. I sprawled backwards, but grabbed onto her hair and yanked her back with me, and lay one out to her jaw.
After a lot more injuries were issued to her and myself, I finally managed to pin her to the floor. Blood was been streaming from my lip, which she had broken, and my mouth was filling with blood from my gums where she'd knocked a tooth out.
"Will you quit struggling? I'm not going to kill you!" I growled, and she looked at me with wide, unbelieving eyes.
"That's exactly what Martin said," she hissed, and headbutt me so hard I knocked out.
When I woke up, Alex was nowhere to be seen, and all my chests had been ransacked. I cursed, drawing my diamond sword. Why didn't she just kill me? I wondered, my brow furrowing in anger, but I shook that thought away and burst out the door.
There was no sign of where she went, and the sun was going down. No point in chasing after her, I thought as I grumbled and went back inside, throwing myself onto my bed, wincing from the pain. My stomach growled as I fell asleep.