Chapter 2 - The New Guy

Gripping his sword in both hands, Joe slowly made his way across the beach. The man made no movements. Joe wasn't sure whether he was dead or alive, but he new he had to find out. Bracing himself, he prodded the guy with his foot.

For a moment, nothing happened, then the new guy's eyes fluttered, before sitting blot upright. Joe stumbled backwards, sword pointing towards the strange person who had now leapt to his feet, and was staring at the blocky world around him. At last he looked over at Joe with deep, blue eyes.

"Where am I? And who are you?" he asked. His voice was smooth and clear, without a hint of panic in his tone.

Joe found himself answering in a rather raspy voice, "I'm Joe. As for where we are, I have absolutely no idea in the slightest."

"Cool," the guy laughed and Joe found himself grinning. "I'm Chris, nice to meet you." He obviously wasn't from America, he sounded English.

Joe beckoned to this strange new guy. "Come on, I'll show you around.

As they walked, Joe started to explain what had happened to him yesterday, and what he had learnt about crafting, breaking blocks, and placing new ones. Chris listened carefully and was interested to know how he had managed to survive the night.

At last they stopped in front of the caves front door. "Home sweet home!" announced Joe, Chris looked doubtfully at him before opening the door and stepping in.

"It's a nice place for a cave," He admitted after a while. "But where did you sleep?"

"Over in the corner," said Joe. "Not the most comfortable of places I admit, but one of the most tasks for today is gonna be making some beds."

"And expanding the cave," said Chris. "There's not enough space for two people in here."

He thought for a moment, before saying. "You know what. Get me quipped with some tools and food, then I'll expand the cave while you go and get some wool for a couple of beds. Sound good?"

"Yeah, thats a pretty good idea" answered Joe, "Here come and get a pickaxe…"

A few minutes later, Chris stood equipped in the centre of the room. "Right," said Joe, "I'll head out and you start digging."

"I now think that I should have traded places with you, I'd much rather be out in the open then in here." Sighed Chris as he started swinging his pick into the rock face.

Joe headed out the door. Before he could even react to the bright sun and cold air, a hissing sound erupted Joe turned to the side just in time to say a mossy green figure before BOOM! An explosion rang out across the landscape. Joe found himself hurled into the sky. He just fund time to say a few cuss words before, he found himself landing on the ground. Hard. Then, everything went black.

He woke up on a soft sheet, his head resting against a pillow. The first thing he did was check himself over for any damage. Nothing was broken, but it felt like had been in the stomach with an anvil. Checking the room around him he saw Chris a few feet away, cooking something in the around he saw that Joe was awake and rushed over, a smile on his face.

"Thank god you're alive, I thought you were dead when I saw on the ground. Wouldn't be good for me if my guide suddenly died, would it! Here…Let me help you"

Joe shook him off and sat up. "What are you cooking?" he asked.

"Not cooking my friend," said Chris, grinning "Smelting. I found some iron when I was digging out the cave. Enough for a pickaxe and a sword, I say."

As Joe stood up, he felt stiff and sore, and knew it would be a few days, before the bruises faded. Looking outside, he saw how much of the day he had wasted, the sun had almost set. Grabbing an axe, he set out to chop some wood. He was glad that Chris wasn't trying to stop him, he wanted to get at least something done today.

The moon glistened and sent a silver light shining onto the tops of the trees, when he came to the glade of oaks. As he slowly demolished tree after tree, Joe felt at peace. He had found a friend, and there were bound to be more people that would turn up after this. It was now night and hearing a growl somewhere to his left, he turned and jogged back.

Chris was asleep, tired after a long days work, but when Joe got into bed, he stayed awake, listening to the nightly noises. At last, as midnight came and the stars shone, Joe dozed off, happy and content.