As promised, here is the second chapter! The third chapter might take a little longer to do because of my schoolwork, but it will guaranteed be out by Friday! Keep watching for it! Also, some reviews would be greatly appreciated! Enjoy this chapter!

Exhausted, I stopped for a drink of water. I had been travelling for an hour. However, I was nearly there. I knew this because I could see the cobblestone box. Suddenly, I realized that I was hungry. Looking around, I noticed a pig walking around. The pig had not noticed me yet. I slowly crept up to the pig, then jumped on top of it. It squealed and started to run, me on its back. I punched it until I had finally killed it. Wearily, I ate the first pork chop.

"That was the worst kill I have ever seen."

I looked behind me to see Dark_Master_98 leaning against a tree.

"Seriously mate, I have seen zombies making a better kill then that. Have you not crafted yourself a weapon yet?"

"I don't know how."

"Didn't you talk to the villagers?"

I explained to him what the villagers told me, how they would tell me once I completed their quest. Dark_Master_98 listened, shaking his head.

"Figures. Those cheapskates. They could have at least told you how to make yourself a weapon. Going in that dungeon without a weapon would have been suicide! It was lucky that I caught you before you went in."

"Can you tell me how to make one?"

"I most certainly can. Remember the planks? Make some sticks out of those, then use the remaining planks and fashion it into a sword shape. You will need your crafting table for this."

Following the instructions, I ended up with a crude wooden sword.

"Good job! To make a better one, you will likely need a pickaxe. Follow the instructions from before, but arrange it in a pickaxe shape."

Doing as he instructed, I made a pickaxe.

"Mine into stone and get yourself stone tools, replacing the wood planks in the recipe with the stone. I need to leave once more. Good luck!"

I watched him leave, then made myself some stone tools. Feeling more confident, I picked up my crafting table and set off to the dungeon once more.

I paused right at the entrance. Rushing in might be too risky. I needed a plan.

"Checkmate."

"HOW DO YOU KEEP BEATING ME?!"

"I at least have a piece of my brain left."

"I hate you."

"Wait, did you hear that? Sounded like player footsteps."

"Well, we haven't had visitors in a long time."

"Why would they want to visit us? We are zombies. Duh."

"Good point. It must want something from us."

"You don't think that it wants the Golden Apple, do you?"

"It is not getting it without a fight."

With my pickaxe in hand, I broke through the ceiling, grabbing the falling cobblestone before it hit the ground. I slowly peeked through the ceiling. The zombies were waiting by the entrance, likely to kill me. Knowing that they were not focused on me, I slowly lowered myself to the cobblestone floor. I crept over to a chest and opened it. Nothing but string. Looking back at the zombies, I crept over to the other chest, but tripped over a chessboard. "Since when do zombies play chess?" I thought. One of the zombies noticed me and alerted the others. I ran over to the other chest and pulled out the Golden Apple. However, the zombies started to charge towards me.

Frantically, I pillared up. Thankfully, I had pillared high enough so that they could not reach me. I looked up to mine through the wall, but realized that I had dropped my pickaxe. Panicked, I knew that eventually one of the zombies would find it and use it to break the pillar. Out of sheer desperation, I started to punch at the ceiling. Just as I broke through, a zombie found my pickaxe and had started to use it. Pillaring higher, I got through the ceiling and jumped out just as the block beneath my feet broke. Panting, I took a small rest, then looked down the sides.

Zombies surrounded me on all sides, meaning that I would have to fight my way back. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then jumped down, nailing the first zombie on the head. I swung around and stabbed another in the chest. Looking behind me, I threw my sword at a third zombie, slicing its leg clean off. I ducked for my sword just as a fourth one tried to grab my arm. Reaching my sword, I jabbed at it until it collapsed. I stopped, believing that I had defeated them all, when out of the darkness came a fifth, cloaked in leather armour and wielding an iron shovel.

"You have done well to defeat my allies. However, it is here that you must fall."

"Um, how are you speaking? You are a zombie."

"Unlike my friends, I retained a piece of my brain. By the way, you have our Golden Apple. Give it back to us, or suffer the consequences."

"No. I need this to complete a quest."

"So be it. You have chosen to die."

Without warning, he charged at me. Holding up my stone sword, I barely deflected his shovel. Scowling, he jabbed again, which was once again deflected. I swung my sword at him, but he parried my blow, smirking. This went on until I managed to land a blow to his heart. Gasping, he fell to the ground. I kicked him, but he remained still. Most of his armour was unusable, but seeing that the chestplate was still fine, I claimed it for myself and put them on. Knowing that I had won, I walked away with my prize.

"So, he thinks that I have died, eh? I fooled him with my acting. One day, I swear that I will get my revenge on him. One day. Until then, I will refine my skills." Making sure that I was out of sight of my supposed killer, I picked up my iron shovel and limped into a cave.

Just as dusk lingered on the horizon, I arrived back at the village. The villagers looked up at the sky and ran straight to their houses. Confused, I went back to the church and knocked on the door. "Please! Don't hurt me!"

"It is just me. I brought the Golden Apple you wanted."

He slowly opened the door. Seeing that it was in fact me, he immediately pulled me in and slammed the door behind me.

"What was that about?"

"You should never be outside at nighttime. Bad things happen. Enough about that though. Can I see the Golden Apple?"

I pulled it out of my inventory to show it to him. He gazed at it, eyeing it with admiration.

"Yes, this is exactly what we need! You have done well! First thing tomorrow, we will cure Benvolio and revive him. Now it is time for me to hold up my end of the bargain. I will teach you everything that I know!

Me and the leader of the villagers stayed up late that night. He explained how the world operates, how the villagers allied with the players, and how to craft many useful items, among other things. He also told me that there was a large city further down south that I should visit.

The next morning, I woke up to the chickens clucking.

"Well, you are finally up! Good morning!"

"How long did I sleep?"

"About 11 hours."

"That long?"

"Yes. Would you mind helping our village out a little more before you leave?"

"Sure. What do you need help with?"

"We would like you to help us revive Benvolio."

"Alright."

The leader and I headed over to the house where Benvolio was held captive. It looked like it could use some repairs.

"So, what should I do?"

"Marcus is holding on to Benvolio. None of us want to even get close to him in his zombie form. Could you feed him the Golden Apple? We will handle the rest."

I slowly walked up to Benvolio. He was thrashing around, though Marcus did a good job of holding him.

"Hey, Benvolio."

He stopped and turned to me, with a strange look in his eyes.

"How are you? I brought you something to eat. You must be starving."

Benvolio took the Golden Apple and ate it ravenously. I backed out of the house.

"Good job, kid. Now watch and learn."

A villager took out a splash potion of weakness and threw it into the house. I looked into the window to see Benvolio fall unconscious. Marcus got up and left the house.

"In a few hours, he will be back to normal. Thank you for your help!"

"No problem. Thank you for teaching me your ways."

"Anytime. Will you be staying longer, or are you going to the city?"

"I will head to the city."

"In that case, I wish you good travels, and that no ill fortune falls upon you."

I headed off, ready to go to the city, with my newfound knowledge.

"Such a good kid. I will make sure that nobody in this village forgets about him."

I looked around, happy to be the leader of such a prosperous village. "Well, time to-"

"Going somewhere?"

I looked around, wondering who had said that.

"Is someone there?"

Suddenly, everything went black. I could not see anything. I tried to scream for help, but nothing came out. Feeling dizzy, I tried to fight whatever was taking me.

"What are you?"

"You can call me..."

Right then, I could stay conscious no longer. I fainted.

Muhahaha! Benvolio has been saved, but unbeknownst to our hero, the villager leader has been captured! Who or what has taken him? What adventure will our hero find in the city? Who will he meet? Find out all (maybe) of these answers in the next chapter!