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  Diary of a Minecraft Zombie

  (Book 2)

  The Amazing Minecraft World Told by a Minecraft Zombie Kid

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Saturday – Day 1

  Sunday – Day 2

  Monday – Day 3

  Tuesday – Day 4

  Wednesday – Day 5

  Thursday – Day 6

  Friday – Day 7

  Saturday – Day 8

  Sunday – Day 9

  Monday – Day 10

  Tuesday – Day 11

  Wednesday – Day 12

  Thursday – Day 13

  Friday – Day 14

  Saturday – Day 15

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  Saturday – Day 1

  So much has happened since I last wrote – almost too much to fit in. As you know the enemies from The Nether invaded our land. One of the humans came rushing through the portal followed by one of the zombie pig-men. Bones, Alex, and I were sat on the soft grass between my home (a cave) and the portal. At first we were shocked that a human had escaped and that he trespassed into my home without saying a word. I was about to set things straight with him, to tell him that he isn’t allowed to roam where he wants, but that’s when one of the pig-men blasted through the portal.

  It looked down to us sitting beneath the moon and drooled as its eyes widened with gluttony; it licked around its mouth, lifted its white sword, and then charged for us. Bones rose, yanked his bow from his back, and aimed at the pig-man between what misshaped eyes it had. Alex pulled his sword from his waist, placed his strong foot forward, so he was standing sideways, and pointed the sword at the pig-man. Alex called out, “stop, we can solve this with words, we could learn to live together.” Bones turned an eye to Alex as if to say: “what are you thinking?” and then released his arrow into the pig-man’s head.

  It continued charged without blinking. I walked backwards toward my cave door. Alex lunged forward, impaling the pig-man in the neck. Again, the thing kept on charging. A smile formed on its face; it was like our attacks were as weak as a tickle. The pig-man charged all the way up to the handle of Alex’s sword, meaning the sharp end stuck out the back of its neck, and snarled in his face, spewing saliva all over Alex’s armor. Alex screamed and pushed all his weight down towards the ground. Bones reacted instantly by pinning the pig-man’s hands and feet with arrows.

  Bones then fired multiple arrows into the pig-man’s head and body. It still wriggled around as if we were lightly touching it on its funny bone. Alex turned around with a blank stare, grabbed me as he walked past, and then signaled for Bones to follow. Bones listened but not without protest: “What are you doing? We can kill it. We need to destroy the portal before more come through.”

  That’s went we heard the sound (Alex must have seen the ripple before us because our eyes were focused on the pig-man). I looked back, as Alex dragged me through our cave door, to see more pig-men come through the portal. I pointed for Bones to look, which made him go quiet, and then slammed the cave door behind us. We immediately pushed every sturdy object, in the cave, in front of the door in order to block it.

  We hurried through the back entrance of the cave just in time for the pig-men to bash down the front door.

  Sunday – Day 2

  I could hear them bashing their way around my cave - my home – and drooling, probably at the thought of catching one of us hiding. Alex dragged me down the makeshift steps, made from the cobblestone, and along the pathway we had created when we first ventured down here. Bones followed closely behind with his bow and arrow pointed at where the pig-men could appear. The door to the back entrance of my home sprung free from the hinges, almost hitting us. Three pig-men came through, scanned the surrounding area, looked down to spot us, and then charged for us whilst screeching.

  Bones pull back his good arm then released his grip on an arrow to immediately retrieve another and do the same. He preformed this action without falter – he must have shot so many arrows that it had become second nature to him. Bones managed to hit most of them on target, whilst keeping pace with Alex and I, but it didn’t stop the pig-men, let alone slow them down. They swept through the vaster cave, swinging at anything and everything, until it was in ruins.

  Alex pulled me through into one of the pathways we made, some time back, and sealed it up behind us, with pieces of cobblestone he still had in his carry bag. I landed bottom first onto the ground as he released me. I turned around to see Alex quicken his pace as he continued to walk through the path. Bones grabbed my collar, pulled upwards, so that my feet were just slightly off the ground, and then dropped me to be standing. I turned to see Bones almost caught up with Alex. I hobbled as fast as my twisted legs could take me and pushed out a sound as loud as my hollow stomach muscles could manage: “Wait.”

  As I drug myself to the sight of Alex and Bones, I noticed they were not moving anymore. They were digging down. Even my damaged eardrums could hear the pig-men hacking at the rock which Alex had used to seal us in. Somehow I knew what they were doing before they said a word. I skipped to be next to my friends, who had dug a space in the floor of the cave, and ended up falling on my face into the hole. Bones jumped down, along with Alex, and then they sealed up the gap they had created.

  Alex collapsed onto his knees as he covered his mouth. His eyes weren’t as open as they usually are and I could hear him breathing rapidly through his nose onto his hand. Bones slowly lowered himself to the ground and stiffened up his body. Alex turned to me with his eyes and I nodded then led on the ground to allow my muscles to relax.

  The stomping feet of the pig-men echoed into the space we had created in the cave. Their snarling passed over us so closely that I almost shrieked out of panic. Alex covered my mouth with his other hand. His eyes met mine as to say ‘it’ll be over soon’ whilst I tried to look apologetic; if I had made a noise then we’d most likely be goners by now.

  Their drool hit the rock above us as they passed. Their footsteps became quieter and more distant. Alex removed his hands from mine and his own mouth whilst Bones allowed his body to come back to life, into a more relaxed state, and I tensed my muscles to sit up.

  Alex placed a hand on each of our shoulders, looked from me to Bones, nodded at each of us, and then said: “We better wait here for a little longer… we don’t want to surface only to be cut down by those creatures.”

  Monday – Day 3

  My eyes opened to the sound of rock being picked apart and the sight of Alex swinging at the roof. Bones was sat in the spot he was before with his bow unsheathed. He pulled out a piece of string from the pouch on his front, which I had only just noticed, and tore the loose and stained piece from his bow, then replaced it with the new piece. He pulled the freshly fitted string back and then released it to
make a twang sound. I assume that meant it was in good order as he placed it on his back. By the time this had been done Alex had made a hole in the roof (which was actually the floor once we surfaced).

  The pig-men were nowhere to be seen but the result of them passing through this tunnel was a mystery only to a blind man – the walls had been hacked down, random holes in the floor and ceiling ran along the entire tunnel, and it appeared as if more had came through, not just the previous three, with some branching off into different directions, as new tunnels had been formed off from this one.

  Alex moved ahead of Bones and me. He pushed his palm toward us, to signal us to stay a little back, and placed a finger on his lips. He legs took wider lunges, as if he was stepping over traps, and he placed his feet down without making a sound. He moved to one side of the tunnel and placed his ear against the wall. After a few seconds, he moved to the opposite wall and did the same. By this time Bones and I had caught up with him. He turned to us and whispered: “Do you remember this tunnel?” I didn’t notice before, because my mind had been racing to get away from the pig-men, and it was only when Bones said: “It’s the tunnel where we first met you and the other humans,” that I realised where we were.

  “Yes,” Alex whispered further, “we will take it up to the human settlement but be on the lookout for any dangers,” he turned, took one step, then looked back to us, “and be as quite as you possibly can.” If people could have seen us… we must have looked like snails, but I doubt they would have laughed if they knew our reasoning behind moving so painfully slow. I took comfort in it – I felt like we were moving at a relaxed pace for a zombie as it made me feel like they were experiencing the pains of being one of the undead. Seeing two of my role models walking so slowly, it reminded me of my parents. It made me happy for a split second then the realization of my parents being missing hit me.

  Although the thoughts and feelings, which came with my parents being missing, were hard to dump from my mind, I didn’t have a choice as this was a matter of survival. Luckily, we didn’t cross the path of any of the pig-men (or other monsters for that matter). I think not seeing either spoke for itself… the pig-men had most likely killed the monsters down here.

  We reached the end of the tunnel and climbed up the ladders into a hatch at the bottom of a building. We pushed through into an enormous wooden building with torches, and chests, and pieces of armor resting out across tables, which were next to stoves and wall decorations. I marveled at the vibrancy of the place. Is this how the humans lived?

  Then Bones turned to me, as a hand on my shoulder, and led me to the front window, the one opposite to where Alex was stood. Bones led me to the other window. I looked out to see the sky engulfed in the redness of The Nether with the flying squids expelling waste over the green pastures and the pig-men demolishing mountains with their swords and biting into the wildlife.

  Our beautiful homeland had been destroyed by the creatures of The Nether realm and my parents were somewhere in the mess.

  Tuesday – Day 4

  Alex sat in one of the four chairs which were placed close to each other. Bones and I joined him. I moved a chair, with Bones’ help, and then shifted my chair to face the other two, so that we were in a triangle able to one another’s faces. Alex’s head dropped as he rested his hands in his lap. Bones looked past me with his head tilted up (he was probably looking at the various paintings placed all over the walls). I looked to the window to see a glimmer of flames and the movements of the enemies which had plagued our once peaceful land.

  “I’ll be the first to say it,” I turned my attention to Bones who had started talking, “what are we going to do?” He moved his eyes from mine to Alex, who looked up at the wall. Alex didn’t break his stare from the wall: “There’s nothing we can do…” I looked up at Alex, who didn’t blink as I gazed into his eyes, and then looked to Bones, who appeared to be as worried as I felt, “what do you mean? We can’t simply give up; we can’t just roll over and accept death.” Alex turned to Bones with his cheek muscles bulging out and his fists now clenched in his lap, “they are destroying everything we have to survive and thrive in this world and then they’re going to come for us.” Bones’ jaw opened with a creak then closed again. Where had Alex’s optimism gone? This was the human who was willing to risk his life to defend the monsters and now he was just giving up...

  “No,” I pushed myself up from the chair and looked down to Alex, dead in the eyes. Alex opened his mouth but I spoke before he could, “No!” Alex looked down but placed his hands on my arms and said, “Look, there’s nothing…” I cut in, “No!” As I loudly moaned my word of defiance another time, the door swung open. In the doorway stood what must have been ten pig-men. Time seemed to freeze as each of us turned our heads to the drooling, sadists in the doorway. Each of the pig-men responded with a smile then trudged towards us with their swords already swinging and hitting the furniture.

  All the muscles in my face dropped to look even droopier than before. Bones took out his bow and pulled back an arrow whereas Alex pulled his sword from his back and readied it. The pig-men stepped towards us (I was surprised they didn’t run) with their swords softly swaying side to side. I almost expected them to laugh; it was as if they knew they had us in an impossible situation – one which we couldn’t win. Then I remember they aren’t smart so they probably didn’t think that deeply.

  If I had died in that situation, I wouldn’t be writing this now. However, let me tell you that if there was ever a time where I feared for my life most, this would be it. Bones and Alex sidestepped towards each other until their shoulders met whilst I stopped behind the pair with my eyes still as wide as my open mouth. Bones fired the first arrow. It hit against one of the pig-men’s shoulders, pinging off then bouncing upon impact with the ground. For the first time in all the time I’ve known Bones, I placed my hand on his shoulder to feel him shaking – he hadn’t put enough force into releasing the arrow.

  Realizing Alex was our last hope, I looked to him to see the tip of his sword wobbling along with his hand. He kept switching hands to wipe them on his trouser legs. It wasn’t until I touched his shoulder that I felt him sweating more than when digging the tunnels to the bottoms of the earth. As my grip on my friends’ shoulders tightened, the pig-men came close enough to smell our fear and for us to feel their breath. I winced as the front pig-man lifted his sword, with the ones behind mirroring his action, and I’m sure Bones and Alex did the same.

  I was aware of my eyes being shut longer than it would have taken the front pig-man to swing downwards and end us… That’s when we felt the ground rumble. The vibration shook from the soles of my feet up into my head just in time to hear the ripples of the portal to The Nether.

  The images of the pig-men raising their swords, and some other figures outside the window, seemed to be playing in slow motion as we waiting for our inevitable end.

  Wednesday – Day 5

  A figure, which looked human in body, but appeared to be a bigger animal in the armor it was wearing, fleeted past the window. The pig-men raised their swords against a broken Alex and Bones and a petrified me. The figure fleeted twice more past the window then we heard the sound of bones crunching only to see the beast like figures charging through the back of the pig-men. There were three of these figures. Alex, Bones, and I charged further back into the room. My foot brushed over the hatch we had entered through… I looked down and sighed (we could have used that to escape instead of freezing up to receive death).

  However, that didn’t matter anymore as the beasts were pushing through the pig-men like they were sacks of rye. One of them charged through the group of pig-men, knocking them over, making them lose grip of their swords, and looked down to us. I couldn’t believe what the figures turned out to be… it was the humans!

  They looked so different, so strong. The human, who had been leading the charge, nodded at us when he saw who and what we were, then dived on top of the pig-men, with his two other
friends, and punched and clawed until they were defeated. The buffed up humans stood over the pig-men’s bodies. The lead human picked up one of the pig-men’s swords and stung at the wall then smiled at the hole he had created: “This swings better and hits harder than anything we’ve made in the past. I’m keeping this.” The other two picked up a sword of their own.

  Alex walked to be face to face with the lead human, looked him in the eyes, and then embraced him with a hug, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” Alex pulled away to look the lead human up and down, “what happened? How are you so strong and what have you got on?” The lead human was eyeing his new sword as he spoke, “it’s a long story, one I may not be able to tell if we don’t take back our lands,” he turned to his friends, “let’s get out there and fight for our world.” The other two humans punched their fists upwards, still holding their newly claimed swords, grunted, then charged out the door.