Its been a while, been looking for resources, eating some apples, but I think I'm getting tired of these zombies chasing after me.
I was just walking around, in the middle of the night, thinking hey, its been a long day and what's the worst that's going to happen, then from nowhere a horde zombies seemingly 'pops' into existence.
That's when I started to run.
As I was running, a button labeled 'SPRINT' materialized in front of me.
Me being me, I hastily jammed it.
I began sprinting at top speed and out ran them all. The wind wooshed past me, the soil crunched with every step I took.
On my way to anywhere-away-from-the-horde-of-zombies, It registered in my brain that I was no longer in the forest biome, there was sudden change of atmosphere and I felt mucky and moist. A putrid odor(yeah it was so bad I had to use big words to explain it) took over my nose, taking residence in my sniffing cavity.
I saw an old dilapidated hut, surrounded by murky, moss-covered (and colored) water. Dreary trees loomed over it as I was drawn to the hut, they seemed to be warning me, telling me to run away...before it was too late.
I found myself sloshing through the moat, in a half-trance. The waist up, I was dry, the rest was just swamp water. As soon as I emerged from the deep waters, I looked back, searching for the monsters. I did this for a whole minute, until one by one they popped up fron nowhere. Where are they coming from, I thought. The undead were mingled with other sorts of beasts and monsters. Bones rose fron the earth - whole skeletons armed with bows came about. Spiders hissed into existence, along with the strangle gurlgling of tall dark men with purple dripping from their eyes.
One of the skeletons suddenly glared at me, this was scary enough to cause me to stumble backwards. The creature knocked an arrow and aimed at me. At this, I ran.
I scrambled to the door of the old hut, frantically grabbing at the handle, forcing it to open.
"Help! Help!" I screamed. "Please,help!"
My pleas went unheard, as I continued to rave.
The skeleton let the arrow loose, and as it flew towards me, I accepted my fate, so long world, I thought, my back slumped onto the door. The arrow zoomed closer, as I closed my eyes.
The door cracked open, I felt like the world was falling (or maybe I was just falling) as I entered the hut. A hand came over me, slamming the door, as the arrow thudded onto the door, slivers of wood sent flying.