You stumble across the plains, your food bar dangerously low. "How did this happen?" you think. A night ago, you were chillin' in your cave house, gradually mining out a near bye hill. Then, the next night, it happened. The front door was blown up by a creeper, and stupidly, you ran. It was blind panic, as you had only a iron helmet, and a pair of boots, dedicating most of your resources to mining. You ran faster, breath gasping out, with arrows whizzing bye. A zombie moans, and gives a stumbling leap, but a quick swipe of a iron sword coaxes it's head from it's body. Further you run, into the unexplored forest of the east. Quickly, you use one of the age old minecraft shelters, a hole in the ground. You listen to the distant clank of a skeleton, and wait for morning.

That was a day ago. When morning came, you had set out in the direction you thought home was, but had somehow ended up on this plains biome. A sudden spasm of pain races through your body, bringing you back to the present. Your food bar is gone! You gasp, and run, over the rolling hills, looking desperately for harmless barn yard animals to kill to satisfy your hunger. Suddenly, as you crest another hill, you spot a village! Giving a sigh of relief, you race down the hill, in between the bland buildings. You smash a few wheat plants, plop down a crafting table and cram the freshly made bread down your throat. As you eat, you wander the streets, looking at the town. A church, some houses, one black smith, and two library's. You loot the chest, while being given the evil eye by the black smith. After gathering about some more wheat, and other crops, you head off over a near bye hill to start a new life. Over the next few days, the village was forgotten , as you busy your self hollowing out a hill, creating a sort of hobbit hole. That night, you head to your farm, and harvest a few crops. You had wasted most of your seeds with chickens, and so decided to head back to the village to get 'supplies'. As you draw closer, you begin realize something is wrong. The doors are all gone, and there are no villagers in sight. The day was just beginning, so you feel confident enough to head down the slope. You walk softly through the deserted village, then pick up the sound of clanking, and moans. You peer round a corner, then recoil in shock. In the distance, a Golem is being attacked by a group of zombies. The Zombies beat at it with their flaming fists, and the Golem is being over whelmed, even though the zombies were on fire. The Golem smacked one into the church wall, but was being forced back. A zombie wielding a stone sword gave it a solid smack to the nose, and that finished it. With mournful creak, it feel back, and into a cave. The zombies piled in after it, moaning and snarling. You stand there, frozen in shock. Suddenly form behind you comes a high growl. Oh hell....

I might make a part two to the stories and I hope ou liked it.