I'm running... as fast as I can in the dense forest. I've spotted a crap-load of creepers with swiftness potions. Me and my team throw our knives at the monsters, with no effect. I decapitate one, while one explodes and kills the rest.
"Alright guys, let's set up camp here" I say
"NO!!!" My friends say "Three creepers just came up on the radar, we'll have to dig underground
"What!?! I thought we already established last time that underground is NOT a good idea!
"Yeah, but they're... charged...."
"WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU WAITING FOR, START DIGGING!"
My team (Consisting of my friends Cat and Mike, both males) start to dig at real high pace (an easy task, since they both have efficiency shovels and picks). Around ten minutes later, we find a cave. We set up our beds, furnaces, enchanting table (really, Cat?) and our crafting table. Then, we light the cave up and seal off the areas with too many monsters. After that, we find ourselves dosing away in our beds.
"Crap, dropped my bow" Cat says. I hear him go to pick it up and then "Guys... guys... help!"
"What's wrong?" *Silence* "Cat, Cat?"
I go to his bed and find that he's gone. There's something over his bed... a torch? It's glowing red. His bow's still on the ground, lying cold and ominous with it's beautiful wooden finish, so gloomy in the red light of the torch.