Steve was sitting alone once again in his dim house. He looked outside the dirty window only to see a creeper looking in at him.
'Hisssssss' went the Creeper banging his green fragile head against the window.
Steve stood up and grabbed his stick. The creeper finally broke the window and made its way up to Steve.
'Die!' yelled Steve slapping the Creeper several times, and after 2 minutes it finally died...
'Eh, that's another stick gone!'
The next day Steve woke up to a horrible shock!
Bodies outside, Skeletons and Zombies burnt, dead Endermen, and Squashed slimes.
Steve ran outside still in his pj's.
'Did I miss the acopalypse?' he said.
- EARLIER -
Hundreds of Minecraftia Citizens were fighting for there lives, saving children, animals. and even trees!
Almost everyone had died, the City was burnt, buildings snapped, branches off trees had fallen.
- OK DONE WITH EARLIER -
Steve made his way through the dead bodies and hostile creatures to get into the city.
'I hope no one who thinks I'm a noob is here,' he sighed.
'Steeeevvviiiieeee!' came a voice from behind.
'W-Wh-Who said that?' snapped Steve turning around on his heel.
And then he saw an explosion in the distance.
'OK, who ever it is, RUN!' he screamed running.
About 10 creepers were chasing after him. 5 people appeared out of no where and began running.
'Okay, so I ain't the only person left, yet!' he said to him self running into a building then locking the door.
He ran upstairs to raid what ever he could. He only found an Iron Sword and full Leather Armour.
'Stevie, you're the last...' came a voice.
'Who said that?!' yelled Steve walking up another flight of stairs only to see his own Father holding a Diamond Blade up at his neck.
'Father!' screamed Steve.
'Good-bye my dear son, Stevie...' said his Father cutting his neck then falling to the ground.
'I'm the last...' said Steve.