A Minecraft Story

Chapter 6

Steve woke up and stood. His entire body was sore from the fight last night and sleeping sitting up.

He looked out at the sky. It was morning. He slept for the entire day and next night. Steve ate another piece of steak. He had one left. He decided to go find more food.

He stepped out the door and looked around. There were a couple chickens nearby. Steve knew he shouldn't feel bad about killing animals anymore. He had to do it to survive. Steve killed the three chickens, went back inside, and put them in the furnace. He still had left over coal from cooking the steak, so he used it for cooking the chickens.

Steve stepped back outside. He decided to explore the world a little. Relying on his sense of direction, he walked west, away from the rising sun.

After about an hour of walking in the plains, he saw a beautiful sight. A village. Steve saw a watchtower, houses, a church, a library, a well, a forge, and farms. He also saw Villagers walking about.

Steve picked up the pace towards the village. When he was just in front of the gravel road leading nowhere, all the buildings still about twenty blocks away, he stopped. He didn't understand what he was seeing.

A random Nether portal looking thing appeared in the middle of the village with a noise that sounded like an Enderman telelporting. All the Villagers nearby stopped to look at it. Then the center activated, but it wasn't purple like a Nether portal. It was blue. The Villagers seemed confused.

Then Zombies started coming out of the portal. They started attacking the Villagers that weren't smart enough to run. Something seemed different about the Zombies. For one thing, they were all wearing iron helmets with a word Steve couldn't make out painted across the top in red. But they seemed...smarter somehow. They weren't all going after one Villager like normal Zombies do. They all spread out, a few Zombies going to each building.

Steve didn't know what to do. He heard the Villagers screaming. He looked to the left of the village. There were two people in what looked like some sort of hovercraft. One of the people had a camera, filming the attack like it was a movie. The other was a woman, pointing to places like she was the director of the movie. But Steve knew it wasn't a movie. He saw Zombies killing Villagers for real. It definitely wasn't a movie.

Steve saw a woman and child Villager cornered by a Zombie outside of the forge. The child cowered behind the woman, who seemed terrified. The Zombie advanced towards them, ready to attack. Then a man Villager burst out of the forge, iron sword in hands. He slammed it against the Zombie, whose iron helmet fell off, landing a few feet away. The Zombie caught fire, but still advanced. The man Villager managed to kill it. But, once he did, three Zombies nearby all broke off of the Villagers they were attacking and attacked the Villager with the sword. They swarmed the man. Steve knew he was dead.

Then the three Zombies attacked the woman and child. Steve looked away. He knew he couldn't help against the Zombies. But there was one thing he could do.

He ran to where he last saw the hovercraft. It wasn't there anymore, must've flown somewhere else for a better angle. Steve searched the village from where he stood, trying to find it. He finally saw it over by the library. Steve started running towards it, when a Zombie blocked his view. It turned to look at him. Startled, Steve noticed it had red eyes. That wasn't normal for a Zombie. These Zombies were definitely different. Probably controlled by the people in the hovercraft. But who would do such a thing?      

The Zombie ignored Steve, trying to break into the library. Several more Zombies came to help. In fact, it looked like all the Zombies were helping. They must've killed all the other Villagers. Steve saw four terrified Villagers in the library, cowering in the corner. The hovercraft was on the other side of the Zombies, filming the attack.

Steve couldn't go through the pack of Zombies. They might attack him. Instead, he ran around the house he was next to, trying to sneak up on the hovercraft from behind. When he was close enough, he shouted.

"HEY!"

The cameraman didn't move, but the lady turned around. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Steve. He had no idea why. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a dark suit.

"What're you doing?! Who are you people?!" Steve called to her.

In response, she held up a small camera and snapped a photo of him. Then she whispered to the cameraman, who said something back. Steve couldn't hear what he said, because the screams of the Villagers and the grunts of the Zombies were too loud. They must've broken into the library.

Then the Villager screams stopped. They were all dead, Steve knew. The lady reached into a part of the hovercraft Steve couldn't see. She held a small remote. She pressed a button on it. Steve could see all the Zombies returning to the center of the village, probably going back into the obsidian portal with the blue center.

The hovercraft flew that way too, the lady staring back at Steve. Steve didn't go after them. Once he heard the Enderman teleporting noise again, he walked to the center of the village. The portal was gone.

All was quiet in the village. Steve had no idea what he just saw. Why did those people do that? Steve thought. What did these Villagers do to them?

Then Steve remembered something. He walked over to the forge, stepping over Villager bodies. He found what he was looking for. The iron helmet the Villager had knocked off that Zombie was laying on the ground. Steve picked it up and turned it over, reading the word written in red paint on it.

"MOJANG"
       
Steve had never heard of Mojang. But they were obviously evil. Killing Villagers just for a movie or whatever. It was sick.

At that point, Steve swore to himself that he would find these people. He would find them, and avenge these innocent Villagers. No matter what he had to do. He would find Mojang.

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