Day 1
Today I woke up on an island. It wasn't too far from a large piece of land, so I swam across. There were grassy, rolling hills, shadowed by tall, stone mountains. Off to the right, I saw a small forest, and to the left, the ocean. I explored the land for a few hours. I even climbed the mountains a little. Luckily, somebody had left a crate of supplies next to where I was sleeping. It included a pickaxe and ax, both wooden. I carved a little bit of stone out of the mountain and made a sword with it, as I knew I'd need it eventually.
After that, I traveled into the forest. There were a few cows wandering around, mooing every so often. I ignored them and focused on my main purpose – wood. I had messed around enough, it was already noon, and I hadn't even begun to consider a shelter yet! I know the outdoors become quite dangerous at night. I haven't seen them myself, but long ago, I heard rumors of terrible monsters roaming in the dark. So, motivated by the stories, I felled multiple trees and gathered plenty of wood.
I climbed up onto a flat area of the mountain and surveyed the area. My height allowed me to see very far, and the flatter land would make it so I could see any incoming threats. I decided to build there. Remembering my place, I went off in search of minerals. I gathered more stone, and even found some coal! I was very lucky. As I made it back to the spot I desired, I noticed the orange horizon. It was beginning to darken with gray clouds – rain! I'd have to build fast. As quickly as I could, I began to pile the stones I'd found into a rectangular frame. They were very sturdy. After I built the frame, I wiped the cold sweat off of my brow, and filled the holes with wood. I left openings for windows on each side. My poor excuse for a shelter was very small. It measured onl meters on the inside. But I can't complain, it helped me survive.
I squeezed inside of the small house, blinking in the sudden darkness. I began to tense up, but as I created torches and placed them on the walls, light flooded the tiny room, and I calmed down. I made a workbench with the wood I had left and pushed it into the corner of the room. Then, using my last few pieces, I made an oak door and had it occupy the hole I came through. I let out a sigh, relieved that I'd made it through the day. I then made a furnace and lit it with some of my coal, trying to warm up. I had holes for windows, and nothing was protecting me from the savage wind that ripped through the night air.
But the air was the least of my worries.
I made a bed and placed it on the wall of my room. I practically fell on it I was so exhausted. I thought, "Tomorrow, I'm taking a break! It's been a rough day." Almost instantly, a noise from outside let me know that that was not the case.
A low moan and some shuffling noises slowly came closer to my small wooden and stone casing. I froze. Then, agonizingly, I turned around and looked out one of the window-holes. Staring me right in the face was a green, rotting creature with sharp, jagged teeth that were just begging to rip through my flesh. The beast wore a torn light blue shirt with what looked like tattered jeans. Its hair was green and stringy and reminded me of seaweed.
Now, what did this creature do that made me realize my day would be busy? It reminded me of my desperate need for windows, and the fact that I have nothing to defend myself with, except for my bare hands and a flimsy sword. If I survived the night, I'd have to prepare to survive the rest of my life as well. I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but I think the nights can only get worse from here.