After countless nights of fighting back monsters, I had begun to become used to my surroundings. I befriended many of the villagers. On what I believe to be night 18, however, something seemed wrong. The land was eerily quiet, the usual swarm of monsters nowhere to be seen.
I eventually shrugged it off and walked to the outskirts of the village. That, was when the swarm of zombies appeared. I fought hard, desperately trying to save the village, but I failed. My sword broke, and I had no option but to run.
I quickly made a makeshift shelter in the ground, and waited for day. When the sun came up, I went to check on the village I had reluctantly abandoned. I gazed in horror at the ruined buildings, and the burning zombies. Only, the burning zombies were... villager zombies.
I felt a tear run down my face as I saw the burning zombified villagers. I ran once again to a tree, and lay there for a while, reflecting on these unfortunate events. I still remembered my family and friends at home. I hoped they knew I was still alive.
For the next few days, I struggled to survive. The zombies came every night, to claim my base. Luckily, I had found 3 diamonds earlier, and made a diamond sword. I continued to survive. Yet, I was left with a constant feeling of loneliness.
I began to see faces in the air, hallucinations. Was I going mad? I yearned to see another human again. What good was my detailed house if there was no one to share it with?
Yet, I had a determination to get home. After finding redstone in a cave, I crafted a compass and a boat, and left that cold, lonely island. I left the memories of that village and the kind villagers behind, and headed home.
Yet, I was never prepared for what I saw once I reached my home.
