Diary of a Minecraft Alex (With Pictures!)

Saturday- Morning

Dear family of papers,

The zombie apocalypse is over. We did it, but it wasn't easy.

Bedrock makes me nervous. Little bits of dust or magic come off of it, kind of like the Nether portal magic. I don't like it.

I was digging with Steve's iron pickax. He was limping along behind; his leg was still healing. In the same swing that uncovered the bedrock, the pickax finally broke.

"Don't worry," cried Steve, pushing past me. "It's not important now!"

I stopped to catch my breath as he pulled a crafting table out of his inventory and put it on the bedrock. But then he froze, a look of horror on his face.

"Not another pigman?" I asked. We hadn't seen any other caves.

"I..." Steve started to speak, but his mouth seemed dry. He swallowed. "I...I don't have any wood." He looked like he wanted to throw himself into some lava.

I panicked. How were we going to forge a wooden sword without any wood? The nearest trees were at the surface, who knows how many hundreds of blocks above our heads!

Desperate, I reached into my own inventory. Sword, ax, hoe, shears...potatoes and carrots...sand, paper, coal, fence...

Fence! Made of wood!

"I've got it!" I cried, smashing my fence pieces against a nearby rock. They split back into wooden planks and sticks.

"You... are... amazing, Alexandra," Steve said through gasps.

I was too busy at the crafting table to pay attention, but I heard myself calling over my shoulder, "Call me Alex."

I assembled the sword. It was very simple. A stick for the hilt and two planks for the blade. It looked small and pathetic.

I opened my mouth to ask Steve if he had gotten the directions right when suddenly there was a blaze of light. The simple wooden sword was glowing, a rainbow of colors, magic surging through the blade.

"YES!" Steve cried. He already had another pickax out, ready to dig through the small blockades we had made on our way down.

Energized by the magic sword in my hand, I followed him. We climbed up and up and up, on stairs and on ladders. We passed the place where the pigmen had damaged Steve. I noticed a small gold nugget on the ground, but I didn't stop for it.

Up and up and up some more. How far down had we gone? How far back up did we have to go?

I was hungry and tired, but I raced on. Finally, we were back in Steve's caves.

He stumbled on his injured leg as he climbed out of the hole. I stopped to help him, but he held up his hand. "Just go!"

I did. I ran to his back door just as I heard a growl behind me. Another zombie pigman was creeping up to us from the other caves. And Steve was caught in his path!

Steve saw me hesitate. "GO, GO!" he yelled. "I'm fine! You have to kill one to end the apocalypse!" He tried to switch his pickax for his own sword as the zombie pigman drew nearer and nearer...

I couldn't leave him. Surely this magic sword would work against a zombie pigman as well as it would a normal zombie, right?

I turned around with a yell. "ARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!" I ran and leapt over Steve, throwing myself at the pigman who was about to attack him.

My magic sword hit its head, and the zombie pigman went down.

Somewhere I heard a roll of thunder, but I didn't stop to listen. I had tackled the zombie pigman, closed my eyes, and kept stabbing with all my strength.

"Alex!" I heard someone yell.

I kept stabbing the pigman.

"Alex!" I heard my name again.

My eyes flew open. Steve was standing behind me, and I was pounding a broken wooden sword against a rock.

There was no more magic.

There was no more zombie pigman.

There were no more zombie pigmen in the Overworld.

That's the important part. I'll tell you the rest later.

Alex