The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, and rising quick. I was, of course, sure I'd be fine. It's what I'd always done. Wandering off, that is. After all, I'd lived on a farm up until now, and with life like that, who wouldn't get bored? Anyway, I turned to my family, waving. "I'm off," I announced, pushing out my chest. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" asked my mother.

"I've got my sword," I assured her with a shrug. "I'll be fine." I turned, setting off. I knew this would be the last time I saw my family for a while. "Bye," I called behind me. "Be safe, everyone!"

Two hours later, I wasn't fine. I was hungry, alone, and surrounded by creepers. Without a bow. Of course. I had no clue what to do. Hide? Fight? No, not fight. Definitely not fight. I checked my bag to see what I could use. Fortunately, I found a ranged weapon. Unfortunately, it was tomorrow's breakfast: My eggs. But, better to be hungry tomorrow morning than dead today, I thought, pulling an egg out. I started to throw it, but when I looked up, the creeper I was watching was nowhere to be found.

That's when I heard it. The obvious hissing of a creeper close enough to blow up. So, l did what any brave, strong, good-looking guy would do - I ran, inwardly screaming my head off. However, I tripped and fell, feeling the heat of the living time-bomb going off behind me. The back of my neck felt singed, but I was alright. I stood up, looking around to check for any other monsters that wanted to suicide-bomb me to death. None were in sight anymore, so I checked behind me before setting off again. A smart person would have gone home, but not me - I was closer now than I'd ever been to a jungle. I could almost feel it. In turn, that meant I was one step closer to finding the lost art of golem-making - I'd never have to worry about those stupid creepers again!

You see, a long time ago, my great-great-great... well, I'll spare you how many generations it was.. grandfather found out if you combine certain things with... other certain things... you could create a great beast which instinctively kills monsters. That art was lost many years ago, though. My ancestor was a great guy - he invented a lot of stuff. Houses in one place, farming, breeding, mining, smelting, swords, picks, you name it - he came up with it. Well, except modern stuff - ships, cow-drawn carriages. I'm told I'm destined for greatness, being the descendant of Steve, but I'm not too into that. I'm not interested in killing a dragon or saving kingdoms from zombie invasions. I just want to learn to create golems, live on my own, and be safe.

Anyway, at that time I'd crossed into a tundra. I stopped, shivering, and pulled out a parka. I looked up, realizing I'd been walking all day. The sun was dropping now, almost as quickly as it had risen. I heard a sharp bark and straightened up. Wolves! Maybe if I could tame one, I'd be able to make it through the night. I made my way to the pack, who barely cast me as much as a glance. I knelt down to pull out some meat. That got their attention. I picked out a dark brownish gray wolf and tossed it the meat, and it took it immediately. It bounded over, tail wagging. I scratched it's head, and stood up.

Okay, I thought to myself, I can handle the night now, I have a trusty wolf to help watch my back. My loyal new best friend followed me as I ventured through the cold, empty tundra. It was freezing, but how long could it possibly take to reach the other side? I trudged on. By 6:00 it was totally dark and I could hear the zombies groaning as they dug their way out of the frozen ground. The clatter of skeletons' bones started making me paranoid. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure I could handle this anymore.

"Maybe we should head back, pooch." I told my dog, shooting him a look that must have been terrified. He barked something back, which made me start to smile until I realized he was growling. Then I heard the groans again- far louder than before- I took a deep breath as I gathered the courage to turn and see what was behind me.

It looked like a mini army of zombies and skeletons was coming to kill me. My brave new friend lept into action- I didn't know what to do. That's when I remembered my sword, and decided I had to use it. I managed to kill one or two of them before my dog started whimpering, it's tail between it's legs. I ran over to protect it and suddenly my leg was on fire. I fell, then turned and looked back to see what was wrong. My shoulder started burning, too, and I realized that I had been struck by an arrow. A third one dug into my side. I knew there was no sense in trying to get up, I'd never be able too. I yelled out for help. Then I realized the only things that would attract want to kill me. I knew I was dead, so i tried to move myself just enough to protect my dog. Maybe by the time they're done with me it'll be daylight and my unfortunate friend can find his pack again. I could only hope. As the zombies closed in, I remembered I had some spare fat trimmings and had rotten flesh from lunch and zombies, respectively. I pulled some out and fed it to the wolf, then stood up. I tried to wield my sword again, but blacked out.