Trinity Island [THE RETELLING]

DAY 2: TUCKER

It's been about two days on the island. I'm just now starting to get hungry. I guess now that I'm not constantly sprinting around with heavy armor on all the time I use less energy. Who'da guessed.

So around midnight last night, while we were collecting seeds and trying to avoiding mobs, Tom said he had something important to discuss.

"I just want to say I'm calling trial right now. I'm calling trial because just now- Sonja came up to me- and punched me." Jordan gasped while Tom nodded. Sonja sputtered indignantly.

"I-no I- I didn't-" Her words were drowned out by Tom's cool tone.

"Don't worry, we're going to have a fair trial here. Tucker, what do you think?"

"I vote she's dead," I declared, deciding to mess with my girlfriend. I leaned on my pickaxe.

"I vote she's off the island as well!" Tom concurred. "Drown yourself! Drown yourself, woman!"

"Oh... okay... goodbye everyone." Sonja waded into the now cold water and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. She had taken off her shoes in the day and was walking around barefoot. Why? No clue. My girlfriend's weird.

Jordan, who had been quiet this whole time, diverted the conversation. "Alright, I'm tired of the mobs spawning. I'm lighting things up."

"Yes, please," I said. "Like a diamond, Jordan. Like a diamond in the sky."

"Shine bright like a diamond~," he sang, placing torches on the ground as he walked.

"Oh wait, there are two zombie villagers over here!" Tom announced. "We should keep them! Cure them, and turn them into villagers!"

"Oo! Yeah, let's lure them into a trap, I got this," I responded, digging a 2x2 hole in the ground. Jordan made noises of uneasiness. I walked up to one of the zombie villagers and punched it twice. It started moving after me. Even walking I outpaced it easily. My teammates were trying to trap the other one. I led my zombie over to the pit I had made.

"Come 'ere, baby." Unfortunately, the zombie was too smart for its own good and kept going in circles around my pit.

"We got em! We got him in the pit!" Tom exclaimed from the other side of the island. "Right, what should we name him?"

"Larry!"

"Terry Crews!"

"Oh, I guess Terry works," Jordan conceded. "Still got that -erry theme going for it."

I huffed frustratedly. "Dudes, I need some help, this dude does not want to go in. Can someone please come and, like, punch him in here?"

"We already made a pit," Tom said. "Come over here." I followed him, and the zombie followed me. I walked around to the other side of the pit to tempt it to come and get me while Tom came up behind it to push it in.

"Come'ere buddy," I said. I gave Tom the signal. Tom ended up shoving it WAY TOO HARD and sent it flying RIGHT INTO ME.

"OW TOM WHAT THE SHI- I JUST TOOK TWO DAMAGE!" I roared, reeling back.

"Sorry mate, I guess I'm just too strong," Tom apologized, flexing his muscles. Jordan laughed and took a swing at the zombie. It started coming back towards me. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I gave it a light tap towards the pit.

"Dude, just hit him in there! Haymaker 'im! Haymaker 'im!" Tom cheered. I backed away.

"I don't wanna kill it!" I protested.

"Tucker, it has so much health compared to your measly fist!" Jordan prompted me. Now Tom laughed.

"My measly fist is so strong, though," I said, looking to my girlfriend. "Right, Sonj?" Sonja just grinned at me. She was watching from the sidelines, letting the boys do the hard work.