Chapter 3: Night.
I slept comfortably for most of the night, had it not been for the sounds of something scratching at the walls of my shelter. "Hoo…maaannn….Brrraaaannnzzzz….Iiiihhh…."
"Klick…klack…" Thunk. Something hit the shelter, close to the window.
'Something tells me we got visitors. And they ain't too happy with us here.'
'So what's the plan of action? Shoo 'em away?'
'I say we all have a campfire and tell scary stories and have some barbeque!'
'I doubt that they are your friendly neighborhood creatures who want to spend some quality time with you. As for the barbeque, it'll probably be us for the meat.' 'So then, what is it that we are going to do about these... abominations?' 'Cut 'em open. You made a sword and an axe right? Time to use them to cut down some flesh and bone.' I heard that with a certain bloodlust, as though my brain urged me on to fight these things like it was fun. But then, how bad could it be? Tossing on a juggernaut attitude, the door gets kicked open because I'm a badass, and I get ready to cut down some stuff when I actually see the opposition. Hell, it was more of the situation you find yourself in a bad dream (not that I've had any, yet). I was surrounded by skeletons, giant spiders and… 'Ermagahd there's zambis! Zambis! Kill dem all!' 'Heart, do me a favor while I cut down a few undead. Learn how to stop freaking out. You'll give me Tachycardia if you don't.' 'And what the hell is that?' 'Trust me. It's not something you'd want to get. Even though you can't.' I took a deep breath, inhaling the putrid air that these creatures had around themselves. Then with a more than audible battle cry I launched myself into the thick of the battle. The sound seemed to help in giving me a window of time to strike. For mentally deficient monsters, they still seemed to have some degree of instincts and value for their lives. The illusion of fear dispelled quickly, but not before I was hacking and slashing. The wooden blades were dull, but worked well enough all the less.
A zombie tried to take swipe at me, but I stepped back and countered with a cut from an axe to the limb. 'I'm impressed by myself. Haven't fought ever before, yet going toe to toe with these guys…' 'GET DOWN!' I ducked as an arrow grazed my scalp. I blinked for a moment, surprised how I actually dodged death. The thought was then interrupted by a spider crashing onto my back and pinning me down. "Khwee!" The spider let out what seemed a sound of delight and brought down a hairy, barbed leg to strike me. There was little to do but throw my head around or scream as the monster tried to dig through my shoulder by stabbing at it with its crude weapon by nature. Another strike came down, another attack on my wounded shoulder.
*thwik*
An arrow came out of nowhere and threw the arachnid right off my back. Stupidly, my first reaction was to stand up and look for where it came from. 'Take cover! Enemy sniper! Somewhere!' 'It could be someone who wants to help us. You still sure to hide and not find them?' 'For all we know, that arrow could've been meant for us. So get back in there!' Heeding the advice, I picked my way across the beach back into safety. I hurriedly pushed the door open and closed it behind me, panting heavily. 'I guess… back to bed then?' 'Yeah.' Another sigh of relief before dropping on the bed, with a muffled yelp of the pain radiating from my wounded shoulder and bleeding scalp. 'At least now I'll have some degree of peace,' I thought as I closed my eyes smiling lightly.
Well, I was wrong.
"Fitch. Shhhhh…." *BOOM!*
There was a blast out of nowhere shattering my already disturbed sleep and the shock knocked me off the bed and my breath out of me. As I pulled myself around, I saw what happened.
"Crap."
The doorway was blasted open and the mobs already were headed for me. 'Now would be time to get out of here, don't ya think?' "Good idea. So, we charge through like a boss? That was on my bucket list: Charge through a ton of zombies with a lance like a boss. A sword's fine too, 'cause that's all I have." 'Not a bad idea, 'cause I don't have any others. Wait, you have a bucket list already? It hasn't been twenty-four hours since you've existed, and you have a freaking bucket list. If that doesn't have survival on it, we're screwed real bad.' "Okay then. For Existence!" I draw my sword to my side and charge in to the horde, blade raised. 'Hey Brain, what are these hours you're talking of?' 'I dunno. It just seemed appropriate to say it. Heads up, arrow, northeast.' I ducked, this time fortunately not hurting my head. I had charged through the horde and had turned towards the forest in the north. Finding myself safe, I panted heavily, exhausted and curled up to sleep on the ground. 'Get up. You wanna die? If what seems to have called for that ungodly horde of terror is night, probably the best idea is to hide or get some cover. Last thing we want is someone eating me in your sleep.' 'That's too much work! I wanna sleep. I'm tired. *Yawn*' "Well, I guess, I got no other idea of how to save ourselves. Wait, I don't know how to build a shelter!" 'Well, damn. Wait, we put down the crafting table before. You think we can do the same with whatever blocks we have?' "Well, it's worth a try." I pulled out one of the thirteen oak planks I had, and tossed one on the ground. The block expanded, taking up a much larger space. I smiled to myself. "Achievement obtained: Build." I then tossed the rest down around me, making some degree of a makeshift shelter to push through the night.
Hopefully things won't screw up tomorrow.
Inventory: 1 Wooden Sword (Slightly Dented), 1 Wooden Axe (Barely Used), 1 Wooden Pickaxe, 1 Wooden Shovel, 1 Wooden Hoe, 3 Bread, 2 Glass Bottles, 1 Bottle Of Water, 3 Oak Doors, 1 Boat, 1 Pressure Plate, 1 Button, 4 Bowls, 3 Signs, 6 Wooden Slabs, 1 Chest, 2 Sticks, 4 Wooden Planks.
A/N: Alright! Another chapter done and finally we're out of Origin Island! Well, now that we're formally in Minecraftia, there'll be people. Lots of people. And lots of factions (if the title didn't signify that yet). Clearly, that'll be a lot of people, which is more than I can think of without going insane. Hence, I call for what is what is probably the best part of Fanfictions, especially Minecraft ones, OCs. Yes. Lemme know if you have any OC ideas in the reviews or the private messages. What I'll need is a physical description, some degree of character background (if any) behavior, their skills, and their ideals. The last one will pretty much be what sorts your OCs into different Factions. Or, if you prefer, maybe something like kingdom dwellers, or townsfolk. Whatever floats your boat. Now this is getting pretty long for a post-chapter Author Note, so review, leave a like (if those exist here, I'm only aware of the fav thing…) do a good thing every once in a while and yeah. I'll be back!
