"You must sleep now. I will take first watch." I whispered soothingly to Roxie. Roxie fell asleep with no questions, which was quite a surprise. I stared outside the cave, more or less our home. I ripped a large leaf off of a dying tree and covered her with it. As I was doing that, I heard a groan. Correction: 2 groans. Correction: 7 groans. Correction: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I woke Roxie up anxiously. "Amy, why'd you wa-AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Roxie said, whispering at first but then screaming. "There's a zombie apocalypse..." I whispered, my voice without confidence or persuasion.. just confusion. I grabbed our supply of rocks and 2 wooden swords. I remembered I had to be strong for Roxie, for she was 5 years younger than I. Gaining back my confidence I said, "Tonight we fight for the blocky world of Minecraftia. When the world dies out, we will die proud. Grab a sword, Roxie dear, and help your friend out." Roxie did as told, as if a puppet of my confidence. It was time to die.

So we ran into battle, and something tragic happened. Roxie died. I tried to save her, but I couldn't. She would soon rott into a zombie. Through my anger, I killed all the zombies. I then fell to my knees, screaming.