Grass wakes up to sounds of doors opening and closing and villagers huhs and hmms, They tiredly get out of bed. They push back my dark brown hair and looks out a window. A new day..!
"Maybe today will be better." Grass says with a sigh
They quickly get up and gose toreds the door swinging it open, walking out and looks around at what the Villige has to offer.
"Not much food or wood it seems like, well how am I supposed to get tools if I dont have any wood." Grass says with a confused and angry tone
Grass turns to a house next to the one they just exsited, they rush toreds it and opens the door seeing a chest. They open it and grab bread and a few twigs.
"What? Useless." Grass says annoyed
Grass notices a crafting table and take it not wasting another second and rushes out of the house. They notice the black smith up top a sandstone hill, they rush toreds it. Barging into the door way they open the chest to see a pickaxe, a Iron one!
"Aye! Just what I needed!" Grass says thankfully and excitedly. There exsitment fades as they realize tools break.
"I can't let this go to waste! This is the only chance I got." Grass says with a stricks tone
They quickly go back down the path to ground level and grab there pickaxe and begins mining the stone for cobble. They grab the cobble and grabs a few more dead bushes And crafts some stone pickaxes.Grass looks up from the crafting table to see a houses, people and some sort of food supplies. Grass smiles.
"Maybe its worth a shot to make this village...a..home. I mean what else do I have." Grass breaks the crafting table and goes to the house thats a highest and claims it. puting The crafting table down opening the door suddenly looking down to the town smiling. They rush into the home and makes it Their home putting there crafting table down. They go threw the door once more and closes the door behind them. Grass gose down into the town and grabs some hay bales and leaving toreds her house. Opening the door and closing it. Turning the hay bales to bread. Grass notices right after that it turning night. They walk toreds the bed and lays down staring at the sandstone roofing, they finna lying drift off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Survival
Aventuraa story about a Minecraft player. a nickname grass, weird name for what they've been placed in. But as they navigate this large world they soon realize the true importance and the importance of resorces they have as it has been riped away from them...
