he stood crying over Kate's and Lydia's grave, blockish tears spilling from his eyes. the thought was too heavy. Kate had been with her daughter Lydia when it had happened. They had been in the garden working on melons when the creeper came from the fog, hissing. Steve had told them to get inside and had drawn his diamond sword when he heard screaming. Steve charged the creeper in front and decapitated it and then spun around to see another creeper racing toward his daughter and his wife. Kate and Lydia. Steve tried to get over to them fast enough, but he was too late. the creeper exploded and sent Lydia flying. then she hit the wall of the cottage and cracked her skull, Dead. Kate was lying motionless on the ground. Steve went to Lydia first. he knew that she was dead but somehow he wouldn't believe it. he kept kissing her forehead and hugging her. but she would never wake. then Steve remembered Kate and ran to her to see if she was still alive. Nothing. not even a small pulse. Steve began sobbing. The love of his life and his little daughter, Dead. Steve climbed up a cliff and looked down it, about to jump. when suddenly his mind thought otherwise and proceeded to the work of burying the dead. after sunset and much sobbing. Steve gathered his supplies and took one last look at the house. Steve...alone