Authors Note

I really wanted to make a story about Minecraft survival, so here it is. I'll add more every week. -tubendo-

Chapter 1

I slowly pulled my sword out of it's shredded leather satchel. I felt my heart pounding one hundred miles a second. I was like I could literally see through its dark, ominous, black eyes. I could feel the sound at the back of my head. Ticking like a time bomb.

I slowly clamped backwards, making sure not to step on any pebbles or rocks to agitate it. It slowly followed me, and somehow slowly towering over me. Then I heard the hiss. Just like a venomous snake. I flipped my sword and sliced it straight into it's frontal lobe. It was surely dead.

I slowly fell back onto the cave wall. My sword dripped with blood. Then I saw its gunpowder. The gunpowder. I knelt down feeling my back slowly crack. I felt the dust. It was as small as sugar but as heavy as sand. I plopped some in my inventory.

I turned around, looking for any mobs. They were everywhere. I was on a death mission. I grabbed my bow out and started pulling forward into the darkness.

I felt my shirt. It was stained with blood and covered with cuts and scratches. I slowly looked to my left. I saw my last torch. It was faintly glowing. From it I could see a zombie approaching. Ugly dead creatures they are. I pulled out an arrow. Its crisp wood gave me the shivers. I pulled back. I closed my eyes. Suddenly I turned backwards and shot a skeleton. It was startled. I grabbed my sword and broke through its thin ribs. I dropped on my knees. I had blood on my face from the turn. Its sharp bones had cut me. I got rid of my sword and punched it in the face, completely obliterating its skull. I quickly grabbed its bones, before spinning around to slash the zombie. I got its face. Just the beginning of an onslaught.

I stamped across the cave to the torch. I saw that I must of killed a few of the mobs while I entered. Then I noticed I had entered my mineshaft. Finally. I staggered to a nearby chest. I just managed to lift it open. I grasped my hand. The god damn splinters got me.

I grabbed a piece of bread out of the chest. I ripped it with my hands before gagging it down in one shot. I then grabbed my rusted diamond sword out of my good 'ol satchel. I then held it in a fierce guarding position as I followed down the mineshaft.

Suddenly the right wall blew up with mobs, as a creeper had blown up. I through my good old sword at a skeletons head. It slowly fell to a pile of bones. A spider hissed at me. I grabbed my dusty pickaxe and held it in a defensive position. I was sure they couldn't break through it. But suddenly the big spider jumped for me, and stupidly stabbed it's hairy abdomen into my pick. I shook it off to be greeted by a dead stumbling zombie. With my beautiful sword.

I charged at the zombie with my pick ready to decapitate it. But suddenly it fought back. It carefully swung the sword at my rusted old pick and cut it it half. I was freaked. A zombie managed to use a sword and defend with it. Impossible! In desperate fury I started to wrestle with a zombie.

We tossed from side to side. I desperately tried to grab my sword. It still wasn't budging. Then in last desperation I grabbed my wooden hoe and gorged its eyeball out! It screamed and tried to kill me but I was too late. I grabbed my sword and ran for the shaft.

I was cornered at the shaft. The only way was up. Unless I wanted to kill all the mobs. But I tried to climb the ladder. I slowly, foot by foot, made my way up the shaft. I looked down to see a the zombie and a random skeleton. It shot an arrow at me. It got me in the foot. That was it. It was over. I was limping off the edge of ladder inside a very deep mineshaft. I slowly turned around, with my arms locked on the ladder. I slowly pulled out a bow. In last desperation, I shot deep into the skeleton. It limped but manages to stay standing. I then heard a hiss. A creeper was at the top of the shaft. It slowly made it's way down. I grabbed my sword to stab it in the head, but I was too late. It exploded and I was knocked unconscious.