"Mmph" I groaned as the sunlight seeped under my eyelids. I dozed for a couple of minutes before finally opening my eyes and closing them again to see if I was dreaming. But of course, I wasn't. This was real now.
I started to panic, What will I do? How will I get home? These thoughts raced through my mind. I was getting overwhelmed, I needed to escape, but there was no escape. I started to run, as fast as I could as if I could leave this world behind. After what seemed hours, my breath caught up with me and I collapsed onto the ground, the thoughts swirling around my mind as I passed out.
I sat up, this time remembering exactly where I was. I stood up slowly and looked around me. It was completely flat, but off in the distance, there were trees. Trees, the word ran through my mind. Before, they were only things to look at, or climb, but now they were survival. I knew how to play Minecraft, and I knew exactly what happened if I didn't get shelter. The big question struck me. What if I die? I didn't want to find out. I looked up at the sun. It was low in the sky, and steadily making it's way down towards the horizon. I started to run again, this time aware of how my blocky feet made contact with the ground at every step. Nearly there, I thought. Nearly there.
I had done it. Just. I could see the first monsters spawning in the distance as I put the last blocks into place. It was hard work. I looked at my fists, red from punching wood for hours. It hurt. I didn't even know pain existed in Minecraft. I could hear my stomach growling, hungry from the endless running I had done before. Of course there were no animals where I was, only trees, grass and more trees. My thoughts snapped back to the present as I heard a zombie outside. Much more realistic, and deadly, than I had ever thought before. With no bed, I sat on the cold hard floor, desperately clutching the wood.
Wood.
Crafting bench.
Tools.
Sword.
Food.
I started to think through the process. I pulled 4 oak wood out of my pocket and looked at it. Funny how it did that. Also very convenient, but heavy. I placed one on the ground and watched as it turned into planks as I picked it up. I tried to do it again, but it wouldn't work. I was puzzled. Then it clicked. I could only put the materials down with my left hand, and if I wanted to craft it, I had to pick it up with my right hand. Interesting, I thought. I made the rest of my wood into planks and looked at it satisfactorily. My very first crafting. So simple, yet such an achievement. A sense of pride ran through me as I made my crafting bench, then a set of tools. They were only wooden, but to me they were as precious as diamond. As I looked at them, I thought, I can do this, I can survive.
I will survive.
(A/N) Three chapters in less than 24 hours, woo! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! This one was a bit longer than the first ones. There's not much more for me to say, so peace! ~ ZZefyre
