Learning to Survive in Herobrines World

Chapter 8: Homeless and Hunted

The sky was pitch black, rain pourin down on my head. I was up in a spruce tree, with zombies jumping at its trunk. There was what, 20 of em? More? All I know is that waiting for day isnt an option. I watched them, half hoping another player could rush out and help me. I checked my inventory, seeing nothing of use. No iron, no torches, no crafting table, not even a plank of wood. Wait, wood, I am on a tree! Could I dare destroy my only safeguard? I have to. I destroy a a couple planks of wood and build my crafting table. I know a single wooden sword wouldn't be enough to take out all these zombies without me nearly dieing, but I had to try. I put down one stick, with two wooden planks on top. Here goes nothing, I think to myself, as I leap off my tree, and land into the mobs of zombies below.

Morning came like a sign of doom. Not that I could tell real well, seeing as I was underground. But my natural instincts woke me up at dawn, and as I reflected on my nightmare, I listened to the sounds of, squeaking bunnies through my cage. I heard NigaHiga yawn loudly, I heard some bunnies scream, and then a few minutes later, a warm cooked bunnie at my foot. I ate it greedily, like it was the last meal I would ever eat. Which it probably was.

NigaHiga came in after I had eaten, and he looked at me, his eyes merciless, and said,"Kay Steve, I don't like freelancers so you have to go."
I had expected this, and yet his saying this made me all the more terrified. I wouldn't mind stayin In this cold and gross prison cell, if I went outside I was going to die! And yet, even so I was pushed from my little cage, forced up the ladder, and pulled away to where I forgot which way his home was. And all the while I begged for some kind of payment to where I didn't have to leave. But NigaHiga wouldn't hear it.
When we reached the largest body of water I had ever seen, I was still talking my mouth off,"Please, I can cut all the wood in the world for you, just please don't make me leave!" NigaHiga grunted and growled,"Steve, just be quiet!"He gave me a small push, and he began walking away.
I stared at him walk, feeling desperate. So what, am I just dead then? What do I do? I am homeless with no knowledge to survive off of. I looked up into the sky, and I saw it was already noon. When night comes again, I can't do anything. And even if I can survive the nights, how can I survive hunger? Or Crazy's? I am doomed.
I sat down and weighed my options. I could try and find NigaHiga again, and claim to be Steve's twin brother, and hope he helps me to. But I doubt he would fall for that, and besides, I will be unable to find him again. I could look for the other Minetopians, and hope they feel guilty and let me back, but its only been one day. So the odds of that are small. I could cross this big body of water, but I don't know how long it is, or if after I cross it I could ever make my way back. I could wander around this area some more, but I have seen two crazy's already, so the odds of their being more is large. And then their is the quitter option of juat drowning myself, but thats too morbid for PG.
So all in all, I am a sitting duck. I can't do anything safely, not really. The safest thing I can do is to stay in this land I am in now, and hope I find food and not die of anything unfriendly. And if I stay, there is the chance that the other Minetopians will come to their senses and help me.
I sigh, and pick myself up. I know I made the best choice, but if thats the case, I still have to protect myself. Then I remember my dream. It didn't seem far fetched, not really. If I was to just, try it, whats the harm? I need more wood anyway.
I walk to the nearest tree, and look up and down the birch tree. I go ahead amd chop it down until all that remains is the leaves. Then I make my crafting table, and try out my idea. After I did, I stared at it, shocked.
There, in front of me, stood a wooden sword. It looked more like a plaything then a weapon, and yet I know this thing could kill better than fists. This thing can kill better than fists! What was I thinking! I am no killer! I am a farmer! I drop the sword, and flee from it a couple of steps, before I return and pick it up. If i had to kill an animal, I think I would rather it be fast.

I go around gathering more wood for an hour, and I experiment with my crafting table, trying to make an axe, when I feel I am being watched. I whipped around, and at first see nothing, then I notice a cowboy hat peeking out behind a tree. It was the Crazy that had taken my chicken! He was peering at me, and when our gazes met, a killing intent entered his eyes. No nononono, I will leave, I am a towel noob! Helpless, agh he is running over, I am harmless, crap!
As he crazy took out after me, I whipped around and fled. I hadn't moved much besides chopping trees, and my belly was still full from that rabbit, so I ran faster than I had in my life. Meanwhile Cowboy here looked like he couldn't keep up. But I knew I couldn't stay running like this forever, I needed a good way to get away from him. Trees. Perhaps I could climb to the top of a tree, and leap out of the way like that! Yeah, that could work!
After I had put a significant amout of distance between us, I put some wood down and climbed the top of a birch tree. After I was up, I broke the wood I used to get up, and tore out, actin like a parkourist springing from tree to tree. And then I smelled smoke. I froze. I sat there entirely too long, before I turned my head, and saw a large chunk of trees glowing a bright red, sending out smoke like a beacon for Crazy's to know we are here. I saw Cowboy, holding some flint and steel, setting trees ablaze like a madman, looking at me with eyes full of lust for blood.
Now this is just madness.
I began sprinting again, wondering what I should do. If this crazy is willing to burn down this forest, to get a poor old Towel Noob like me, when before he chased me a few feet before he turned around and just shook his head.
Food. He needs food. Thats why he is hunting me. Before when he saw I was weak and starving, he realized I had nothing and decided not to waste anything on me. But now I am so much faster, stronger, he thinks I have food. I wonder if I told him I had nothing he would stop this madness. Or maybe he wouldn't believe me. Or maybe he doesn't even speak English. Either way, I don't think he is going to stop trying to kill.
I realized suddenly, that I had stopped. Right in my tracks too. I had gained some good ground, but now he was almost upon me. I started to run again, feeling tired. I could still outsprint him, but how long this would last I am not sure. But right now I just needed to gain ground. I have a plan.
I fled to where I had started. I ran straight to my crafting table. I stopped, when I reached there, my lungs feeling like they were on fire. I felt so weak, that bunnie felt nonexistent. But I have to keep going. If I am this tired imagine how the cowboy must feel. I stopped at my craftin table, and began to build something, going off of the hope my dream was correct. I heard Cowboy feet crunching on the ground, as determined to kill me as ever.
Yes! It worked! I looked behind me to see Cowboy raising his sword and swinging, trying to hit me as fast as possible.
Then something occured to me. I have a sword. His may be better, but I feel confident I am healthier than him right now. And niether of us had armour, so, maybe I could kill him. What am I thinking!!! You cant kill another Minecraftian, no, not even a Crazy. Never!
I changed directions and ran at a rate slightly faster than Cowboy, and went for the Omega, cautious, entriguing, awesome, noticible, body of water, or Ocean for short. I ran there, and when I got there, I was rasping for air, and Cowboy was going for me like he had Crazy's on his tail. He was ao close, a few more feet and I was a Deadman. Then I put my newly made boat and leaped in it and sped away. After I was about 100 meters away, I looked back, to see old Cowboy, even from here I could see the anguish in him. If he hadn't tried to kill me, I would've pitied him.
I looked at the burning forest, and thought of NigaHigas hidden home, and I knew it wasn't going to last. I thought of he Minetopians and hoped beyond hoped the flames wouldn't reach them. And with that, I sped off, wondering if I could ever find my way back

A/N mmm what do you guys think? Not bad? I don't have too much to say about thid chapter, except, yay, chapter 8 is here :D. And in two weeks it will be chapter ten. Yay! Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter, and see you next week
-Yahookitty