Trapped in Minecraft- HARDCORE

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

*** Angie's POV ***

When we got back I saw Steven going to work on Jerome's shoulder. I was amazed that someone else knew how to take care of injuries. it was quite relieving to know that someone could help me or do it if I wasn't there.

Once Jerome was all fixed mostly everyone went downstairs to go sleep. Kaytlyn and Adam went downstairs, too. Mitch and I stayed upstairs to talk.

"I'm just glad your ok." he said hugging me.

"Me too." I said leaning on him. my eyes became heavy, I was trying really hard not to close my eyes and not fall asleep but, my eyes stayed shut, and slowly I dirifted off to sleep with the sounds of someone saying good night and rubbing my arm.

**** Mitch's POV ****

Once again she fell asleep in my arms. "I'm glad I met you." I whispered even though I knew she was asleep by now.

The moon started to fall away and the sun began to rise above the horizon, giving the sky an orange glow.

I looked over to a half asleep Angie,"good morning." I said.

"Morning." she replied with a yawn. I looked into her hazel eyes while she stared off into the distance outside the window we were facing. " If only we weren't here." she began to say.

I interrupted," what do you mean?"

"I mean, that I wish we weren't all trapped in a place where death is around every corner and the possibility that someone who's you friend the one minute and then the next you could be battling them to the death." She said bluntly.

"That would be nice, I just hope the person who did this all is tortured to death in an insane asylum." I replied.

"One can only wish." she said leaning on me.

" I just hope we don't die in the proses of saving everyone else and ourselves." I said.

"But, who knows maybe there are people in the End already trying to kill the enderdragon or trying to establish a base camp."

"Would be nice." I said. " I'm hungry. what about you?"

"Nice to meet you hungry." she said trying not to laugh. "but, I would like some food."

I gave her a dirty look and got us some food and sat back down next to her.

"Do you think we will?" she asked.

"Will what?" I answered her question with a question.

"Do you think we'll make it out of here a live?" she asked.

"Of course." I answered.