Stevewas just laying flat with his face dug into the ground. "Ugh" moaned Steve, " What a strange dream."

Steve finally got up after what seemed like an eternity. He stretched out his sore muscles and just leaned back against the tree. " Must have fallen out of the tree" said Steve while rubbing his aching head.
Guurgle Guurgle Guurgle.

"I better find food before start eating my self," Said Steve.
He wondered around the forest a while, looking for food, until he came across 'the creepy' thing again. "Hey buddy, what's up," yelled Steve marching over to the creepy thing, "Hey Creepy Creeperson, you got any food?"

Than Steve saw another one coming from the left. "I didn't know there was a Mrs. Creeperson, " joked Steve. Than two more appeared to his right, and Steve started getting a chill up his spine.
"Okay calm down, I didn't mean to offend, " Steve said worryingly, "Lets us all just turn around and forget this whole thing!"

Steve reached down and picked up a large wooden stick the size of a baseball bat, prepared to make a dash, Steve clenched his fists around the stick.

The Creepers got closer and Steve's hands were shaking, his eyebrows sweating, and his heart pounding.
Sssss... WHAM!
Steve hit the creep hard in the head, and the creepy flew back a few feet. Steve dropped the stick and ran as fast as he could. Adrenaline fueled his veins, he ran as long as could and as far as he could. When Steve was certain he lost them, he stopped and just fell to his back. He was panting like a dog in the middle of a hot summers day. He rested his eyes, only tell he got his energy back, but instead he drifted off into a deep sleep...