Learning to Survive in Herobrines World

Chapter 5: Not quite Alone

In case of emergency every young child is taught very basic survival methods so that we will atleast 0 chance at surviving. Though it is basic, it is critical you know them. But in the end it isn't quite enough to live off of. Basically, we are taught how to get wood without an axe, how to make a crafting table and a furnace, how to make  sticks and charcoal. Though this info is important I cant survive on these facts alone.

So lets name he ways I am going to die. I will get eaten  (or blown up) by hostile mobs. I will starve because I cant find anything for food. I will eat a raw chicken and get poisoned. I will try to build with sand and gravel. I will get burned alive. I will drown. I will not look where I am headin. Or, worsed of all, some crazys will find me. And people are at a risk of this even in numbers of 300. If your alone, forget it. Man I can't believe they did that. When they need people the most, they kick me out to go die.

I stopped pouting for a sec to sit down. I could see I had walked far enough to be on the edge of the woods. Aftee that lay grassy plains of the like I had never seen before. Hills jutting up from the ground every step you take. I had learned that plains like thia were flat, but this was far from flat. Not flat at all. I could see a small puddle like pond in the distance. And in the pond lay a single chicken. A chicken! My belly, which I had not fed yet, began to growl. I pushed myself up to go after it, when I realised something. I had never killed an animal before. I can't juat punch it to death, that would be cruel! Though I am willing to kill it,  it has to be swift and painless. So, I need a sword. Anxiously I turned around at the nearest tree. I tackled it and destroyed it with my bare fingers. Then I made the crafting table and sticks and then, no what?

I looked over at the chicken, but it wasn't there. Nor was there any sign it had once been there. What? Maybe I just made it up in my head because I am so hungry. But I did figure something out though, I do not know how to craft anything.

I stared longingly out where it had once been. I guess my only hope now is to try growing some food. Which isn't out of my reach. That pond, I could and should use it. That grassy plain is bound to have some seeds in it, and I know how to make a hoe,
Hah!  Them kicking me out was a huge mistake because I am great at survival. I thought as I crafted my hoe and began to walk over. When I noticed something. I wasn't alone. He was peeking at me like he was determing whether or not to kill me... or eat me. Frankly I wouldn't like either thank you. His skin was that of a cowboy. He was crouches down behind one of the many hills I had mentioned earlier. When he noticed me watching him he stood up, revealing a large iron sword in his fingers, ready to kill me at any moment. "AHHHHH!"  I screamed as I ran out of there terrified of the crazy with the sword. He began chasing me, hia strides much fastee than mine because I am sure he had food to eat, perhaps he ate that chicken I sampled earlier? Just when I knew I was dead to the hands of a crazy, he let me go. He stopped and shook his head like I wasn't worth it amd turned around and walked away. I stared at him in horror, mortified that I had almost lost my life. What a horrible day. I thought about what I knew about Crazys.

Crazys are called that because they are genuinely crazy, in all ways. The biggest thing that makes them crazy is that they like to kill people they meet. You see someone out in the distance they go at each other like they were enemies from birh0th. They also enjoy burning down forests and homes amd thieving.  Crazys arent dumb though. They actually know all the tasks that can be given and more. They know craftin like the back of their hand. Crazys often tend not to talk, but some that travel in packs talk to eachother. And once on a very rare occasion you will find one that is less than willing to kill you. Though those are very rare and they tend to be the ones that have very little supplies. After that Crazys will just kill you in cold blood. (A/N wondering why they know so much when these villagers never leave their town? So am I. I will figure out why soon though.)

I couldn't help but think about that sword he held in his hand. I had never seen a sword, not even a picture to help my confusion.  But... it matched the sword I sometimes saw in my dreams. Usually I try to forget my dreams after I have them, but now, I wonder if forgetting them is te best bet. Maybe if I went to sleep I could remember more.

What a dumb idea. If I go to sleep, I will get killed by mobs, or more crazys. One of those two. But... maybe in one of those dreams I had made a sword. I began straining my dream memory and found... nothing.  Whenever I was out in there I had always had a sword pre made, I never had a use for crafting one. Bugged, I decided my original plan still stood. Even though you would have to kill me and drag my cold, dead body over there. But I was sure I coukd find aome grass, thus leading to seeds, in this forest. And if I walk far enough maybe I could find some water. Yeah, that lake by the mines, that was water. Maybe we could live on seperate sides of the lake and I could grow food there. Yeah that's a good plan. Though they may notice and get mad, I doubt they would kill me.

Satisfied, I began to walk around and looked for grass. When I FINALLY found some seeds the sun had started to set, and my legs began to tremble. How would I survive a night with these savages. I may be able to climb a tree and hide from thw mobs,  but what if another Crazy comes around? What then? I felt genuinely alone. Usually I am not so isolated. Alone and afraid is not a good mixture. Heck, I was starting to miss that cowboy crazy that had tried to kill me.

"Hmm, you new?" Said an unfamiliar voice behind me. I whipped around an saw someone I did not recognize.  A crazy sat there, staring at me. And hehad a long iron sword pointed at my face.

A/N ohhh cliffhanger. It is 6:49 where I am updating this so sorry that it is a little late. Size, I would say in between big and small. And it is a terrible chapter. I swear I am not usually this bad. I will try to make chapter 6 longer and better. Also, can you guys see the picture I put up? For me it says failed to load media. It is what I sorta Imagine Steves environment.  But  anyway thanks for reading and I will see you guys next week.

-yahookitty