Chapter 1: Justin's POV
"Fortify the walls!" My father yells to soldiers. "Papa, what's happening?" "Aw geez. Justin. Get down into the bunker. Wait for me. Unless its someone we know, DON'T open the door. Go! Go!" I hurry back to our house, opened the iron trap door, and I descend into a obsidian room. There's a chest, 4 beds, a crafting table, and a furnace. I heard loud booms from the surface, so I sit on the bed, waiting my for my dad. I finally check the chest, which contain a stack of apples, a bow and quiver of 64 arrows, a stone sword, a stack of torches, a book, a iron pick, and a set of chain mail armor. I put it on, and its a bit big. I adjust the quiver over my shoulder, and I listen I'm to the sound of the booms of battle. I eat an apple and I fall asleep in a bed. (A\N: Time Skip to 7AM Morning.)
I wake up, and it was still and quiet. I get up, a grab my bow and sword, quiver on my back. I get up, flip a lever, and I ascend to the surface. What I see is shocking. No players. Just bombed and burned out buildings. "Dad? Daddy! Papa!" My father was no where to be seen. Those mobs. Those infernal mobs did this. I yell and cry for my father and friends who are now probably dead. That was 7 years ago. I'm 12 now. At five I became an orphan. I was lucky to make it to a small bunker village. The other players raised me, and I slowly grew into a young resistance fighter. This is my story. I'm getting even with those mobs. I'm gonna get revenge.
