The Taste of Blood (A Survival Story)

!! TRIGGER WARNING: Gore (semi detailed), Mature language, possible mature topics !!
(2nd person perspective - an X Reader, if you will)
A life of isolation. One of survival. In Minecraft, almost any movement could be with hostility, so move gently, but move quickly.
The beginning is nothing but faint whispers of unwritten word, there is no stopping for a memory. You live only in the current, with the movement of the sun and stars determining how you fair in a feral realm as the one fatefully placed before you. You might as well not even speak, for it may sound as a threat to the things that go bump in the night.
So, keep your head low, the sword drawn, and the breath of warmth flowing, for it may not last long.

This story is a draft for my ideas. Please recognize that these ideas are only public so I can receive feedback. If you, dear reader, could give that feedback (in a respectful manner, please. I don't mind for constructive criticism, but blatantly being rude is just bothersome) I would be more than delighted to discuss my work.
Thank you