Bren let out a sigh; he had a quick breakfast of dried beef, thankful the night went by quickly.
"Ok, first things first, find out what the hell is going on, second fortify this building" He thought looking around; something caught his eye, a map and a book. The map as he looked at it seemed to be mostly of the coastal area, he saw a mark over what looked like a mountain.
"Ok this is useful" He said to himself and then checked the book.
"Huh, it's a journal" He thought looking through the pages. He then noticed something; the entries went from normal, "I built some new pick axes today" to "The screaming in my head won't stop"
"What is going on?" He thought going to the last entry.
"The man was a fool, he awakened it. But I won't allow this island to become a haven for the darkness. I have a plan to stop him. However, I am worried that the price to stop him maybe too much. I will stop h-"
The entry ended their, the paper was torn and the rest of the pages were blank.
"Ok, this is starting to worry me" He thought shutting the journal and putting it in his pack, he moved the barricade away and looked outside, it was clear.
"Ok, so I don't need to worry about material" He thought looking at the broken housing.
It took Bren the rest of the morning but by using the still workable wooden planks, he was able to reinforce the inside of the forge building, and even make a proper door barricade bar.
"Ok, so now what?" He thought sitting on a nearby stump and eating more dried meat.
"I can't live off the meat, I need fresher food" He thought finishing another dried meal but then he heard something.
He turned around and saw what looked like a long green…walking thing. It was hard to describe it, but the face certainly seemed strange.
"The hell is you?" He thought gripping his pickaxe and walking closer to the creature.
The creature looked at Bren curiously; it didn't seem to know what to do.
"…so I guess you are friendly" Bren said as the green creature moved closer to Bren, still keeping some distance but seemed more relaxed.
"Ok, so I'm going to work on getting some wood, maybe make some charcoal" He said out loud and turned back to his home, he found there was an axe and some old instructions to a man named Ean who needed to be reminded to keep a nice supply of coal, if not that, chop some trees and burn some trees to make charcoal.
He grabbed the nearby iron axe and walked back to the trees and the weird green creature was still there.
"Stay back" Bren said to it, it seemed friendly enough, so he didn't want to hit it by mistake. But something happened when he began to chop down the tree, the creature seemed to grow angry at Bren and charge at him, Bren was thrown back by a loud boom, the creature had blown up.
"Oh Notch, what the hell was that?" He cried out, Bren was ok; the blast was buffered by the tree he was behind. He just was going to have a couple of bruises.
"Ok, note to self, don't get close to those…creepy things" He thought, "Well, Creeper might be a good name" He thought to himself as he got up, the blast had taken out plenty of the dirt and the tree fell down.
"Well that's helpful" He thought picking up the wood, he took it to the furnace and using the broken wooden planks he set up a fire.
"So wait a while for it to turn into charcoal" He thought looking at the old instructions, judging by the instructions, this Ean fellow must have been an apprentice to this owner.
"So who used to own this place?" He thought going back through the journal, he spent the next 10 minutes turning through pages and nothing, no name. Just sometimes mentioning Ean, a girl named Tonya, and something about how the dead walked among them at night. But nothing about why it happened or who the writer was.
"Well at least I know something bad is going on" He thought pulling out the newly made charcoal, "Ok now that I got something to cook with now I need some meat" He thought placing the charcoal in the empty charcoal chest. He went to the shelving and pulled off an old iron sword, the dust belayed the fact that it was as good as new.
"Something to hunt with or defend myself" He thought finding a leather sheath and putting it around his waist, he was set to go hunting.
He walked out and went to the nearby forest; walking past the small crater he soon could hear something….grunting.
"Grunting?" He thought going into the direction of the sounds, he saw some pigs.
"Wild pigs? No they don't have tusks, they must have been part of the town before things went down" He thought walking near them; they didn't seem to pay him mind…at least until he took the sword down on the nearest one's neck, beheading it.
"Sorry little one, but I need to eat" He said as he got to work carving out the meat, he was thankful he was in boy scouts, otherwise he would have done something stupid, like not take out the bladder before it taints the meat.
15 minutes later he had plenty of meat back at home cooking, he looked at himself, and he was covered in blood.
"Damn it, if someone saw me right now, they think I'm a murderer" He said chuckling, "Well I kinda am, a murderer of pig" He said to himself as he stepped out once more, the meat would take a while to cook, and he remembered seeing on the map a nearby river, he could clean up, and get some fresh water.
He made it to the river and got to work washing himself of the pig blood, and he looked at the water, well he saw fish so it wasn't toxic, so as long as he boils the water, he didn't need to worry about getting sick.
"Wait I don't have a canteen" He thought after he realized this, he slammed his fist into the water, fish scattered away. "Well better go back" He thought but then he saw something in the distance, in between the trees, it looked like a person, but his eyes….they were completely dead.
"Hello?" Bren called out to the figure, but no answer. Bren slowly walked to him and the figure went behind a tree.
Bren ran to the tree and then looked around, the figure was gone, and Bren was now sweating.
"Where the hell did he go?" Bren thought, he felt so alone right now, so scared.
"Maybe I better head back" He thought hiking back, he wasn't alone on the island, he knew that, but now more than ever, he felt more alone.