Chapter 5

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Tommy walks around his house to where the fields are. As much as he would love to work on the house more, getting a stable food supply going is probably more important. He looks at his field and starts to make a plan.

First thing is that a fence would be a good touch to add to the area. Second is that he will need to do a lot of weeding and tilling so he may have to craft a few more hoes to get it all done. He decides to gather up cobblestone for the fence as it is the best kind of material after all and also to build more tools with. He may even find some coal and iron ore too while he's down there.

After a bit of wandering around his area he finds an open cave at the treeline too another forest. He looks back towards his house to see how far away he is from his home and he can still easily see it. He runs down the steep cliff and immediately scans for mobs in the darkness. He can't hear anything so he places down a torch, and starts to mine up cobble. He stops mining when his pickaxe breaks and he leaves the mine. He checks his haul and sees about two stacks of cobble, six coal, and four iron.

Not terrible, but not great either.

Tommy runs back to his house and picks up some lumber to make into sticks and crafts a few torches. He takes some more of the lumber and makes a crafting table then two chests, and a furnace. He picks up his crafting table then he runs back out behind his house where his field is and places the items. He throws the coal and iron ore into the furnace. He goes back to his crafting table and makes one more pickaxe.

Tommy continues to mine up any and all materials in front of him while he is in the cave and, before he knows it. when he emerges from the cave once more that its nightfall. He still keeps on pushing. He knows he is running on fumes but he can't rest yet, he hasn't done enough yet to warrant a break or even sleep. He doesn't realize it but he then eats the last piece of bread in his inventory to try to keep himself going.

He goes around and places torches around so mobs don't want to come over to him or spawn in. He also makes a torch path to his house from his mine. When he gets back to his home he goes and grabs the second and last axe that Bo gave him that is still on the table pile and grabs the last of the torches. He goes out near his mine and starts to hack away at the closest tree and places more torches around him. He falls into a steady rhythm of swings and steadily works his way clearing the trees and grabbing all the saplings, sticks, and apples that fall.

He keeps going at collecting everything until his axe breaks and he can no longer carry anything else. This prompts Tommy to think he has deserved rest at last and slowly walks towards his home, sun about to peak out of the horizon.

He feels so out of it that he doesn't notice the hissing noise coming up behind him. When he snaps back, it's too late. The creeper blows up and knocks him down, face planting. There's an intense ringing in his ear and suddenly he is transported back to Doomsday. He can smell the harsh smell of gunpowder and he can hear all the explosions. He can hear dogs growling all around him and attacking the other people around him. Tommy gets himself up but stays on his knees and covers his ears, hyperventilating, and trying to block out the sounds of the explosions.

He ends up staying in that position for seemingly a long time. It's been a while since the ringing has stopped and so he lifts head up. All he sees is the tall grass around him and he doesn't see fire or any craters. He gets up off of the ground and pushes all of his emotions down.

You need to just get over that. Tommy thinks to himself, turning to look at the sunrise.

You need to keep moving. Forget about anything else. Just one more thing, then you have earned rest.

He promptly strides over to his field and dumps everything in a chest except two stacks of cobblestone, his pickaxe , some stone that he made, and a piece of iron. He goes and makes himself a grindstone at the crafting table and sets it on the furnace.

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