Prologue: The world around us

The world in which we find ourselves in is one that's familiar and yet just different enough to make you question where we are. This world looks like your beloved game "Minecraft" and very well may have been what inspired it's creator to gift it to your world in the first place. Similarly to conspiracy theories that what you perceive as Heaven and Hell are actually alien worlds that tried to contact you, the way many of you humans want to contact other life in your universe, and what was sent were pictures of their worlds but interrupted differently from how their senders wanted them to be. One could argue the creator of Minecraft saw an image of this world and decided to make a game based off of it, but we won't ever truly know.

The history of this world is very different from yours. Stories of dragons and the undead might be fiction to you but to the people of this world its very much reality. Each night the undead rise from the dirt and wander aimlessly searching for something, anything, that might be able to bring them back. Many have lost their sanity and mindlessly attack anything that still lives, possibly out of jealousy. Small villages of semi-human like beings cower at night should any wander close enough to sense living souls within their homes. Some villagers employ the use mechanical creations to defend their homes from such threats, however some fall and the village is left to rot and deteriorate leaving empty shells of both homes and their occupants should they too return from the death.

You might be thinking "This is all basic knowledge, why are you bothering to tell me this?" Because to tell a story you first need to build the world, the environment, the setting. You need to create a new world, and not name it something stupid like "fartslayer's world 69".

For example lets go back to your game. You play as the main character, the player, the builder as some of you have come to call your colourful characters. In this world they are the closest beings to humans as you can get. They are stronger and faster than regular humans, able to carry literal tons within pocket dimensions that you call an "inventory". And our story happens to be based off of the life of one of these alternate humans and his name is Steve.

... what? you thought I could come up with something better? Pff-no! Come on lets get to the story


Chapter 1:

Steve doesn't remember how he came to be in this world, he's just always been here. He figures he had an accident long ago which caused him to lose his identity and had it not been for a book and quill he found in the house he woke up in he wouldn't have a name either. The book seemed to had been written as if the author, himself, knew he was about to lose his memory and had gone into extensive detail on how to craft items like tools, plant and harvest crops, and blueprints for basic structures like small huts and farmland plots should he ever travel to the snowy fields where the water froze before you could blink. He struggled at first. Often at times placing down the water in the wrong spot and causing it to flow over his crops and drag up the seeds he'd just planted, staying in water too long while fighting the aquatic zombies in the hopes their prized weapons wouldn't break the instant they died and almost drowning himself in the process, and failing to cut down the one lone log of a big tree which left a floating eyesore of leaves that wouldn't decay. This had been in his first month and luckily for him he got better quickly, but something felt like it was missing. The home he had woken in didn't feel familiar to him and when he laid down on the bed each night it was never his scent on the bed, the landscape out of the bedside window felt like it should be familiar but felt foreign instead, and the animals that he had rounded up had gone in so easily it looked like they been tamed already.

It felt wrong.

It felt like he'd woken up in someone else's life, someone else's land, someone else's home. It just wasn't his to lay claim to which ultimately led him to his decision to leave after another month. He'd used the time to gather food and resources to last him another month while he travelled far enough away that he could find a place to call his own. On the day he decided to leave he packed up things into bundle and slipped it into his pocket, the bundle instantly being sucked away to wherever the items were kept, before looking over the hut one last time. As rude as it felt for him to think, he wouldn't miss this place and that made it easier for him to leave. He gently closed the door and broke the fence that kept the animals in their pen, gently ushering them to leave and live freely once more before he turned and started walking east with the sun on his face and a hint of pride in his step. For the first time since he woke up he felt happy and grinning to himself he started to sprint through the forest, laughing as low branches swatted his face and feeling free himself. Whoever he was before didn't matter and he wouldn't lose any more sleep trying to figure it out. He was Steve and a new world lay ahead of him to explore.

However this is where the world would change for Steve. Bright purple eyes watched him as he ran from his former home occasionally blinking in and out of reality as they followed him. The owner of these whirlpools of purple stars had been warned of people like Steve, others like him often hunted their kind for the pearls that allowed them to teleport. The eyes couldn't understand this one though. He looked youthful and innocent, taking care of any animal he interacted with that was within the fenced pen. He didn't fit the description of the monsters they had been warned about and this intrigued them, and so they followed him. Always staying out of sight but making sure it could always see him.

Steve travelled for days, hiding in holes or caves when the night came round and sometimes even hiding within the leaves of trees. After two weeks of travel he finally saw something that caught his eye. A small clearing by a lake which was being filled by a waterfall coming off of a cliff that surrounded half the lake. He audibly gasped at how perfect the area was and immeditantly made a dash for it, unknowingly throwing off his secret traveling companion briefly before the eyes found him again. He was stood with his hands on his hips beside the lake, looking over its majesty. Crystal clear water housed some salmon and trout which swam against the currently of a small river that was coming off of the lake and travelling further into the forest behind them both. After taking in the scenery for five more minutes Steve nodded to himself and pulled out the bundle from his pocket and holding the book in his other, flipping through the pages to a selection of blueprints for houses he could build. He seemed to have trouble picking one that worked for him and eventually he sighed and put the book away before looking at the log in his hands, frowning and tilting his head as he thought about what kind of home he should build for himself.

The eyes watched as the man suddenly smirked and the log quickly changed into a lump of cobblestone and he began placing it down in lines forming a large rectangle on the floor. Then came log pillars at the corners and quickly a frame was in place. The frame was quite large and seemed to have plans for a second floor when the man climbed up a pile of dirt to run across the logs to build it even higher. Next came wooden planked walls and glass panes filled in the gaps he left. He seemed to struggle with making a roof and fell off multiple times before he started crouching down and slowing his movements while placing down a different kind of wooden roofing. The walls seemed to be oak but the roof looked red but seemed to work well for telling where the walls stopped and the roof started. As the sun began to set the man was busy at the door way as he crouched down to plant some yellow and red flowers along the base of the wall and he seemed oblivious to the darkening sky. The watcher was startled when a green skinned hand suddenly burst out the ground in front of them and started clawing at the dirt surrounding it. Slowly a figure dressed similarly to the man pulled itself from the ground and coughed up roots as it shook itself of any excess dirt before it paused, almost as if it was frozen. It had spotted the light coming from the torches the man had set up and they both heard the sound of a door closing and began slowly walking down the hill they were on towards the two-story house.

Perhaps this was the monster the watcher had been warned about? It certainly seemed hostile with its groaning as it shambled towards the mans home, but the watcher didn't act. It didn't see a need to and this could serve as a test to see who the threat it had been warned about really was.

As for Steve, completely oblivious to the figure nearing his new home, he was busy placing the last finishing touches. A painting there, a not so comfy looking chair there, and he had hung his clock above the doorway before he headed to his kitchen area where he had been cooking a wild chicken he had caught yesterday. It smelt great and his mouth watered in anticipation for it to be fully cooked. He was snapped from his thoughts when he heard a creaking noise, no wait it sounded more like a groaning? Was the wood he used for the ceiling/second story floor about to collapse? No, that wouldn't happen, he knew that the terrain around him could float on it's own without his interference so it wouldn't fall down but what was it?

He stayed silent, listening very closely but nothing came again. He sighed and figured it was nothing as he turned back to the furnace when his eye caught something outside his window. It was the makeshift dirt scaffolding he'd used earlier when he was placing his roof down, he must have gotten distracted and forgotten to take it down. He heard the groaning again and looked up before out the window again when it suddenly hit him. He had gotten distracted because he saw that he'd forgotten to place in the windows on one of the upstairs walls and when he went downstairs he got distracted again by finding out he hadn't replaced the floor with wood yet either. So there was no window upstairs and if something decided to go up that dirt ramp it could easily get into his house. He sighed at his own stupidity for forgetting to actually finish his new home fully and focusing his mind a shield and sword appeared in his hands from his pockets. He assumed it was just some wild animal that had gotten in, probably a pig since they seemed to always get into places they weren't supposed to be, and he headed for the stairs leading up.

Despite assuming it was just some animal Steve was being cautious and held his shield up ready as he slowly walked down the hallway of the upper floor, sword at the ready just in case. Worst case scenario was it was a one of those green leafy things that could somehow explode. His book had told him that those creatures weren't actually malicious and were actually very friendly, however they were very easily overwhelmed and when they got too close to a person they would rustle loudly before somehow suddenly exploding. Steve felt a little sad for them honestly, Creepers the book called them. All they wanted was a friend but every time they got close their own shyness caused them to blow up. Still even if he did feel bad if one was in his room he'd have to kill it quickly before it got overwhelmed with seeing him. Suddenly he heard something stumble and the potted flower he'd left on his bedside table smash which startled him into suddenly rushing to his room. It was dark so he couldn't exactly see what it was but it was clear it wasn't a creeper as it was humanoid. The intruder held up it's arms when it saw him and let out a loud groan. It was a zombie.

Zombies were the most common of the undead and, rather creepily, shared the same clothes as Steve. In his book the section about zombies was quite extensive as it explained that zombies often took the most direct path towards someone even if it caused the zombie harm in the process. Any zombie that wore armour was considered to be either more intelligent than the others or stronger and would often lead small groups of zombies throughout the wild. Being bitten wouldn't turn you into a zombie if you were like Steve, however the semi-humans who called themselves "villagers" could be turned into a zombie if attacked enough by one. Something in the villager's DNA however allowed the process to be reversed, though Steve hadn't seen a zombie villager yet and honestly he hoped he wouldn't. The villagers he had come across a week back were all extremely friendly to him and even offered to trade for some of the food he had been carrying, which he then used the emeralds he got to trade for a new pickaxe from the blacksmith or toolsmith as he had called himself. Steve didn't want to imagine what those happy faces would look like if they were turned into a zombie and he had had a nightmare that night about that very thing happening.

Fear quickly filled Steve's body as the zombie lunged at him and pounded on his shield, he was lucky he had already brought it up to defend before even entering the room. The zombie however had a lot of raw strength behind it and it managed to push Steve out of the room and into the hallway. He tried slashing at it with his sword but was shocked when the zombie dodged out of the way each time as he slowly walked backwards down the hallway, being pushed back by a flurry of punches to his shield. His eyes widened as he saw the wood start to crack and suddenly a green fist broke through it and punched him square in the cheek sending him recoiling backwards and he fell down the stairs. He cried out in pain as he managed to stand back up, shaking off the remains of his broken shield off his arm, and gripped his sword with both hands. The zombie jumped down the stairs and landed at the bottom before slowly standing up. In the light however Steve was frozen in place by what he saw.

Standing before him was a woman, deep red hair flowed down to past their shoulders and stopped over two lumps on her chest. A slim body led into wide hips and athletic legs, ripped bottoms showed off her feet and aside from the fresh dirt on them they were flawless. Looking back up he saw a cute face which was scowling at him with angry black eyes glaring daggers into his soul. A look of confusion crossed it's face when Steve's nose started bleeding and she suddenly lunged at him to attack again. However Steve hadn't been focusing on the zombies attractive body, well not because of her looks although that had caught him off guard admittedly, he had been watching her for movement as the reason he had been so defensive on the upper floor was because he couldn't see her attacks. Now however he could and he quickly back stepped while slashing his sword upwards in an attempt to deter her but she had moved in closer than he thought and suddenly her top was cut open and exposed her belly and chest. The woman's face dropped in horror as she stopped her assault and quickly covered her now naked breasts, her cheeks turning her skin a deep brownish tint as she became flustered.

Realizing what had happened Steve's face turned a deep red, so much so that you could hold redstone next to him and not be able to tell the difference, however seeing the woman about to turn and unleash a much more deserved attack he quickly used the handle of this sword to hit her on the head and knock her out. Rather embarrassingly she fell on her back and her chest was once more exposed to him. This time he couldn't take his eyes off of them and quickly felt his pants get tighter before he shook his head and sighed as he looked at her. Clearly this woman was someone who had fallen recently. There was no sign of decay on her skin, no horrible stench coming off of her, and there wasn't a single scratch on her perfectly smooth skin. He leaned against the wall as he tried to calm his breathing and think of his next move. His book had no answers for this so there was no point looking through it.

Eventually he decided that what had happened was ultimately his fault. He had most likely startled her when he burst into the room she had climbed into and either on instinct or with knowledge from a past experience she thought she had to attack first. He felt really bad for her as well that he had cut her top, and the fact that she had gotten embarrassed meant that she hadn't lost her mind yet either. Slowly and carefully he picked her up, trying not to stare at her breasts as they slowly jiggled with each step he took up the stairs, and carried her to his room before carefully placing her on his bed and pulled some wooden planks to board up the window she had crawled in.

Looking back he slowly moved to the side of the bed and looked over her. She was beautiful and the perverted side in him was whispering all sorts of naughty ideas he could do with the sexy body that lay in his bed. The strain in his pants got worse and he winced slightly as it started to feel good. Slowly he crouched down on one knee and moved his hand towards the zombie's chest. He hesitated about an inch away from touching her but a throb from his pants convinced him to close the gap and he gently placed his hand on her. Her skin was so incredibly soft and his fingers sunk into her with no effort at all as he squeezed her. The strain in his pants was starting to feel painful now and before he realized it he was used his other hand to pull his cock out so it'd stop hurting, but in the cold air of the room it throbbed and stood up harder. He looked down at himself and bit his lip before wrapping his hand around it and started to move it up and down, silently moaning as he looked back towards the zombie's breast in his hand. He used his index finger and thumb to tease her nipple until it got erect, soft moans escaping from her mouth as he did, and once it was hard he couldn't help himself and leaned forward as he wrapped his lips around it.

He began to gently suck on it and covering his teeth with his nips he softly chewed her nipple, listening to her moans of pleasure as his hand started to stroke himself faster. After a few minutes Steve was going cross-eyed as he was getting close to a much needed climax when suddenly something squirted out into his mouth and taking his mouth off of her breasts he saw that the zombie was starting to lactate. He was about to question why she could even do this when the taste of her finally took over his tastebuds. It was heavenly like mixing all the honey in the world with sugar and then enchanting it so it hit your tongue multiple times at once and he instantly dived back onto her breast, eager to taste more of this sweet nectar. He grunted and bit down hard on her nipple as he suddenly came a thick creamy rope of cum shooting straight up onto his top as he pulled off of her breast and panted heavily, with all the travelling he hadn't had any time to pleasure himself and it was fair to say he was a little backed up.

As he slowly came down from his high a new scent caught his nose and he instinctively looked down to between the zombie's legs. However Steve doesn't have any kind of enhanced sense of smell and he realized quickly that the smell was the smell of his dinner burning in the furnace. He cursed himself for being so stupid and taking advantage of an innocent woman as he quickly tucked away his dick and ran downstairs to try and salvage what was left of the chicken.

The remainder of the night Steve hung his head in shame as he picked at the burnt chicken, luckily most of it was still edible but it's taste had gone and was tough to chew through. He kept imagining himself back upstairs and using the woman's body to pleasure himself but he slapped himself in the face to shake those thoughts out of his mind. He wasn't some creepy pervert who preyed on defenceless women and he hated himself for listening to the other head down in his pants in the first place. In the morning he'd apologize to the zombie if she would be willing to listen to him. Honestly at this point he wondered if her killing him would be enough payback for what he had done. He sighed as he crafted a new shield and sat in the corner of his kitchen with it propped up in front of him. If she woke up before he did and decided to continue her assault from earlier he wanted to at least have enough time to say sorry before she killed him.

Although death might be too good for him if she knew what he had done