It was still bright but the sun was fading fast. When he had gone about a hundred meters he finally spotted a chicken, flapping around and pecking at the ground. The sword wasn't really that sharp, having yet to really sharpen it, it was little more then a glorified club. Walking up to it, he lifted the sword about his head. The chicken looked up at him, it's eyes questioning. He hesitated, he didn't really want to kill it, but it was it or him. Swinging down he hit the chicken on the head. It flopped to the ground, so he picked it up a rung it's neck. He didn't want it to suffer if it wasn't dead yet. Then he dug a small pit, it was in the shape of a rectangle – with one by two, one by two and finally a third one by two. They were shaped like steps to allow John to jump down then bleed the chicken, and jump back up. The book had said it was important to make this pit to get ride of the blood away from the house. That way it would not attract predators or zombies – who used smell to navigate. Then going back to the small cave, he shut the door behind himself and began to pluck the chicken. Once it was pluck he skinned and cut it into chunks, then roasted it in the oven he made. Outside it was dark now and he stood to watch the happenings of the night while the meat cooked. He saw several spiders, zombies, and skeletons. Then when the meat was done, he sat down on the ground and began to read while he ate. The chicken was dry but wonderful, after a long day's work. The book provide some simple recipes, how to make glass in the oven with coal, how to start farming and finally how to find and mine Iron ore. When he was finished eating as much of the chicken as he could, he put the book down, left the chicken in the oven for warmth and went to sleep.
John woke up about an hour before sunrise, the moans of the zombies were what woke him. Glancing out to the door, it took him a second to recall the events of yesterday. He was still sore from all the work he did. Picking up his sword he began to sharpen it with a smooth rock that was on the ground. Once it was sharp enough he walked up to the door, sliding the sword through one of the openings in the top, he stabbed a zombie in the head. Then he pulled it back inside. All the other zombies immediately ate the one that he killed. With seconds, it was gone - eaten by the other zombies. The scene repeated until there were no more zombies, he had to kill five. Then the sun began to rise, lighting all the monsters on fire, even the dead zombie that was not eaten. However, the spiders were all right and so were the Creepers, the first monster that he had seen. He picked up the book a read
'During the day, most mobs will catch on fire and die – there are a few exceptions; spiders and creepers. There are other mobs that will appear later during your stay. As such you should fortify your defenses and stock up on food. But until that time, during the day you only have to fear creepers and spiders. Creepers will always try to kill you by blowing up, but spiders will only try to kill you in three cases – first; during the night, second; if it is chasing you at night, and it turns today, it will continue, and finally if you attack it.'
The next part will be coming soon! – that is if someone comments…. (constructive criticism appreciated)