Zombie (Found scratched onto a piece of bark and translated from Undead English) We all want to make peace, but we can't talk. All the other mobs think we're just stupid. We let them think that. Zombies aren't like other mobs though. We're special. We are actually dead humans. When humans die, they don't truly die. They turn into zombies. When we are killed again, then we can finally travel to the afterlife. This is why we're so weak. We want to go to the afterlife, but the Enderdragon commands us to fight the humans. He's the king of the mobs, and we can't resist his will. He is too powerful. So we still fight our living selves, but we don't try very hard. You may call us weak. You may call us pathetic. You may call us anything you wish, we're used to it. But you should remember, every time you slay a zombie, every time you eat it's rotten flesh, you're torturing one of your own kind. Keep that in mind.