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  Diary of a Minecraft Zombie

  The Amazing Minecraft World Told by a Minecraft Zombie Kid

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Wednesday – Day 1

  Thursday – Day 2

  Friday – Day 3

  Saturday – Day 4

  Sunday – Day 5

  Monday – Day 6

  Tuesday – Day 7

  Wednesday – Day 8

  Thursday – Day 9

  Friday – Day 10

  Saturday – Day 11

  Sunday – Day 12

  Monday – Day 13

  Tuesday – Day 14

  Wednesday – Day 15

  Thursday – Day 16

  Friday – Day 17

  Saturday – Day 18

  Sunday – Day 19

  Monday – Day 20

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  Wednesday – Day 1

  I went outside today. It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen; a big ball of white light shone over a huge soft green patch of land. Father says not to leave the cave without him, but I couldn’t help myself this time. The white light invaded through the window of the door. When Mother and Father went to sleep, I snuck out.

  I stepped out onto the green. It felt soft against my feet, unlike the hard ground of the cave, and walked toward a hole in the land. Bits of the ground were torn up and scattered around the hole. I’m not sure what made the hole, but there was a person at the bottom. He wasn’t moving. His possessions were sprawled inside the hole and some were around the edges.

  I noticed ink and paper. Our cave has markings all over it. The front and back doors have warnings for me not to go through them. My Father showed me how to extract the ink from squid, which live in the water, and how to make paper from the green stalks which poke out of the land. The paper had been sewn together and on the front were the words: ‘My Diary’.

  I picked up the ink and paper just in time, as the big ball of fire in the sky was rising. Others of my kind, I’m a zombie by the way, started to look like that big ball of fire. I’ve peeked out of the front door before, to see men made of bone holding weapons… I wonder if that’s what happens to zombies who burn?

  When I arrived home, my parents were not happy. My Father grabbed me by the shoulders and growled in my face. I think he meant it in a tough love sort of way. If he could talk, I’m sure he would have told me all about the outside world by now. That’s one of the worst things about being a zombie – whenever we try to talk it simply comes out as a moan. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks like this.

  Anyway, I retreated to my part of the cave and opened the diary. It had some words already written inside: “I’ve yet to discover the whereabouts of the resources needed to craft the weapons efficient enough for exploring the other realm.” That’s the first and only sentence. What he meant by “other realm” I don’t know, but it sounds interesting. I left the rest of the page blank so have written this entry on the next page.

  I’ve seen so many new sights in such little time. If the front door to the outside world contained so much, I wonder what the door at the back of our cave contains. I’m too excited to sleep right now. My parents are snoring aggressively so I don’t think they’d wake up. Should I go through it tonight? Two adventures in one day might be a bit too much for me. Maybe tomorrow…

  Thursday – Day 2

  Father came rushing through the front door today. He was screaming and running around our cave looking for a bucket of water. His head had set alight from barely making it away from the sun in time. He was holding some of the creatures which swim in water. I took one sniff and snatched it off him and bit into its shiny skin. I hadn’t felt the urge in days to bite into anything, but it came back today. My parents must have felt it too because my Father had brought back three of the water bound creatures.

  I stayed in the cave for most of the day and night. Once the sun had fallen, both my parents left through the back door. Like usual, my Father pointed at the warning marking he had made and grunted. I nodded and grunted back. I sat on my rock looking out of the front door; the white light shone through the door window again. I couldn’t venture through the back door in case my parents caught me, but I couldn’t stay inside knowing there was so much to explore outside.

  I came across the pit with the man who wasn’t moving inside, where I picked up his diary, but he was gone. Well, all the items around the pit weren’t there anymore and inside the pit was a pile of bones. The big ball shone high in the dark sky, replacing the ball of fire, which wouldn’t take its place for a while. I went further. It was exhilarating to see the mountains, some were grassy and there were snowy ones further back, and the forests, which were full of different creatures. I travelled through some trees out into an opening.

  Sticks with flames on top poked out of a tall building to light the walkways. I saw people going in and out. Some were on top of the roof of the building and others even higher up (it was so high I couldn’t see to the top). I saw four people, but there must have been more inside because the place was huge. They all had some sort of clothing on – some wore brown blocks, some white, and others blue. The blue looked the coolest and they were the ones standing around as the others chopped down trees and built the place higher.

  I stepped towards the building but before I could get too close, the people shot at me. The ones on the roof fired arrows my way, whereas the ones wearing blue blocks took out their blue swords and charged toward me. I waddled away but wasn’t fast enough; us zombies aren’t exactly fast, except for the really small ones, but that’s a different matter.

  I believed I might be chopped up. Then a skeleton came in and fired some arrows of his own into the person’s blue blocks. The arrows stuck into his armor. My pursuer gave up his chase and walked toward the building. I heard him say: “Not my diamond armor…” as he left, which is how I learned the word. I don’t know what diamond is but it looked good on him.

  Anyway, the skeleton led me through the trees and pointed me back to where I came from. He said he had been watching over me since yesterday. That was the craziest thing: he could talk! His voice sounded like the creak of a door or what I imagine his bones clanking together would sound like, but I made out his words. I opened my mouth and moaned back. Remembering I couldn’t talk, I wrote my replies to his questions on the back page of this diary.

  I asked him what the people are doing in this land. The skeleton shook his head. He told me that the people, called humans, are against the monsters of this land. I’m not sure why, and I didn’t have time to ask him because of the sun, but I want to find out. The other cool thing is he had a pet spider. Sometimes, in our cave, spiders sleep next to me but I didn’t know they would follow you around.

  Luckily I got back before my parents, and I don’t think they know I snuc
k out. They’ve retired to their rocks which means I think I should too. I’m sure I’ll have more to write about tomorrow.

  Friday – Day 3

  I went out for the third time today. My parents were too busy out the back of our cave to notice. I didn’t travel far before meeting up with the skeleton again. It was as if he was waiting for me in front of the forest trees. His spider rested on the ground until it saw me, upon which it jumped up and down towards me then brushed against my leg. I stroked its head which made it close its red eyes and make a low screech. I think his spider enjoyed it because the skeleton appeared to be smiling.

  He told me to call him Bones, the skeleton, which I found amusing. I wrote that I didn’t have a name which was met by suggestions from Bones. He said he could call me Rotten Flesh but I wrote that was offensive (it’s not like I enjoy being undead). He apologized and then came up with a better name: Brains – he said it would fit me because he could tell I’m a thinker. I like that name so I’m going to stick with it.

  I asked him about the humans: ‘Have you found out more about them? Have you killed any? Have they killed anyone you know?’ Bones looked to the ground before answering, which is different of him, and then shook his head. He said he hasn’t learned any more about them and that he had killed some. He did it because they killed his wife… I found it strange that skeletons had wives but then again that’s a stupid way for a zombie to think.

  Bones couldn’t keep his eyes off the ground after telling me. I hadn’t spoken to anyone about something tragic before, ever. I moved my diary to be in his line of sight with the words ‘look at the ball of white light’ on the back page. He looked up with me and we stood there for some time looking at the moon (Bones said that’s what it was called).

  After staring at the moon for a while I asked about his pet spider. Bones said it took a liking to him after his wife died. One night he lay awake, looking at the ceiling, until a spider crawled into his vision. Bones looked into the spider’s red eyes. The spider crawled onto the side wall, jumped onto Bones, who didn’t react, and nestled into his ribcage. Bones began to laugh as he remembered the feeling of being tickled. That was the first time he had laughed since his wife died so he developed a soft spot for the spider.

  The night was turning light so I told Bones I had to get back. He offered to walk me back in case anyone, or anything, attacked me. As we walked toward my cave, I asked him where he lived, upon which he replied: “in a wooden lodge.” He said he’d teach me how to build one sometime. I scribbled the word ‘YES!’ on an entire page of the diary. Imagine being able to see the outside world from inside your home… The cave only really gets a little bit of outside light.

  Bones said he will come to our cave tomorrow night. I cannot wait!

  Saturday – Day 4

  My parents didn’t go through the back door or the front door tonight. I’m worried they may be suspecting my trips to the outside world. My Mother kept a firm eye on me, whilst my Father tidied up the cave and threw some water creatures into a bucket over a fire. We ate once the outside of the creatures turned darker. It tasted even nicer this way, but we only have it once every five moons. My Mother and I played a game where one of us would close our eyes whilst the other hid. The person hiding would then moan to signal the other to start looking for them. I found her pretty quickly (it’s a small cave). She found it harder to spot me.

  After that, I laid down on my rock. My parents sat on their rock facing each other. Just like me, they couldn’t talk but they would moan and lightly growl at one another. It was a sign of affection - you’d know when a zombie is being aggressive. I used to find smaller rocks around the big one I lay and sleep on and scratch words and drawings into the walls of our cave. Looking over to my markings now, I see they are all about the outside world. The moon and ball of fire in the sky are next to each other over me, my Mother, and my Father. I didn’t know back then you could only have one or the other at a time.

  I was looking at my drawings, which created a rush of imagery in my mind of exploring the entire land outside of these cave walls, until a knock at our cave door brought my attention into the present moment. At first I jumped, thinking it might be a human, but then I remembered Bones saying he would visit. Then I became worried… what would my parents say? My Father got up to answer it. I hobbled as fast as I could to the door, blocking his way to the handle. He grunted for me to move but I waved my hands in objection. He moved me out of the way by grabbing my shoulder and opened the door.

  Once he saw Bones he lunged toward him with an open mouth. Bones reacted by pulling his bow and arrow up to my Father’s face. I pushed my way between them and moaned loudly. They both looked down at me, which is when I pulled out my diary to explain everything in writing. My Father looked at my words and then retreated back to his rock, so I’m assuming he understood what I had written. Maybe all zombies had the ability to write and read after all…

  Bones came in and sat down in the middle of the cave with his spider resting on his ribcage. I told him he could sit on my rock with me, but he refused. He looked focused on other things. I sat on my rock and looked to him whilst my parents did the same. He looked at all of us individually and then said: “I need all of you to come with me through the back door to your cave.” He told us to trust him and that it is easier to show us rather than explaining it all. I’m leaving the diary here for now.

  I hope it isn’t scary.

  Sunday – Day 5

  We went through the back door last night, with my parents too. I cannot believe it! I never imagined they’d let me go through that door, especially with them absent. My parents have never been ones for adventures. They like to gather enough resources to live and then relax in our cave. Bones must have a way with words and come across as strong – I can’t come up with any other reason for being given permission to explore the depths of the cave past our little room.

  Bones and I travelled down the grey blocks within the cave, which was vast yet empty, and onto the flat ground. The cave was dark except for one flicker of light in the distance. We decided to walk towards it. Bones went first with his bow unsheathed. I stood behind him with my hands pressed against the bones of his back. His pet spider crawled onto my hand, along my arm, and rested on my shoulder. I rubbed its head and back, making it hiss. I think it liked my attention, I certainly felt more at ease with the little guy on me.

  We arrived at the light, which revealed a long tunnel that we couldn’t see the end of. Flickers of light lit the tunnel all the way to the end of our vision. There were holes in the sides of the main tunnel to travel in different directions. I could see the ends of some of the side tunnels. They looked to be going down at the ends.

  We made our way to the end of the main tunnel and were greeted by a group of humans. I froze. Bones stopped and aimed his arrow at one of the human’s heads and pulled his arm back. His pet spider jumped down from my shoulder and snarled at the humans.

  The humans dropped the weapons they were using to cut through the rock of the cave, and took up their swords. They each had their own color of armor on (like the ones above ground – maybe they were the same ones). I swear Bones was a second from releasing an arrow into a gap in one of the human’s helmets. Then something unexpected happened… A human in a set of shiny blue armor charged between us and the other humans. He screamed: “Stop! We need them.” It was as if the tension of pending battle came out through his voice.

  “Why do we need those… creatures?” A friend of his asked as he pointed his sword our way. The human who had stopped the fight said it was a delicate matter and couldn’t reveal his reasons here. That was met with an uproar from the other humans. The human who questioned before spoke again: “If you love those creatures so much you can stay with them. See if they don’t eat you.” Then the group of humans pushed him away with their swords.

  It isn’t going too far to say he joined our group that night (if you can call it that).

  Monday –
Day 6

  I fell asleep before I could write more yesterday. I’m writing this the morning after because I really want to let you - whoever reads this - know what happened. The human who saved us is called Alex, short for Alexander. When I asked him why he saved us, he said, “Zombies, and other monsters, are immune to the dangers of The Nether.” Wow! The Nether is ‘the other realm’ and zombies are allowed to visit without getting attacked. Finally, somewhere we can go and fit in. I’m going to ask my parents if we can move there.

  The craziest thing is Alex knows my parents. My Father, instead of charging open-mouthed at the new visitor, almost smiled as he walked toward Alex, who was smiling as soon as he spotted my parents. He told us that he had been giving my parents meat. Some of that meat I must have eaten. I trust him because of that - why else would he be trying to make an alliance between humans and monsters? He told us he needs us to round up all of the monsters we can: for me and my parents to find as many zombies as possible and for Bones to gather a group of skeletons and spiders.