Behind every block , There is a story

I was bored and again awake so i decided to write this lil history..

The gentle ticking of the morning rain against the wooden ceiling was the only noise filling the room. Rocking back and forth in it's corner sits our hero, raffled clothed and covered in wounds. This was his third night in this place. His face had turned to the whitest colour known by man kind. Placing the last piece of bread against his lips , he stares at the door, the small frames in the top looking out to the wet grass and the seemingly undisturbed boars, ruffling around in the ground, in search for something to eat. Our hero stood up and opened his chest , grabbing out a thick branch and some rock. With some time and some nifty crafting he had made an axe. It weighed nothing in his hands. His brains were still pumping of the adrenaline that kept his survival instinct alive. He had to get more wood. This was his last branch..

He slowly opened his door and stepped into the open. He looked around quickly noticing nothing but the peacefull valley he had found this cave in. He had placed a door and filled the empty holes in the cave, seemingly leading to more cave, up with planks. He was glad he could get out there, for the rattling of bones he heard made this his fourth day without any decent sleep. But then again there was the feeling that he could never rest.. He looked at the closest tree and started copping, after a while the rain stopped but our soaked hero kept chopping, turning the big logs into usable pieces of woodof the tinner parts he made sticks, hoping they would be usefull in the future. As he carried the last planks into his self made "base" , He heard a familiar sound.. The hiss was quickly followed by a spider, jumping out from a nearby tree, having lurked all this time.But dont get it wrong.. this aint ur average house spider.. This was a monster spider. Big , black and deadly ..

Our hero flinched as the spider attacked him, his venomous fangs being pinched into his arm. He letted out a low grunt and hitted the spider full with his axe. the spider not at most impressed went for a second attack. The axe flew trough the air again and hitted the spider on the head. Our hero didnt wait for a third attack and kept smacking the axe unto the spider. After 2 more hits the spider flew backwards and died.. Our hero panting lowered his axe and looked at the wounds on his arm.. He was badly wounded.. He ran back to his base and threw his axe aside, clamping his hand around the wound.. He sucked the poison out off it but felt so tired he collapsed on the ground.. He was at the end of his powers.. Why was he here, waking up in the middle of nowhere running around looking for life... When night fell.. he saw all kinds of creatures... monsters.. zombies, walking skeletons.. He rested his head against the stone wall and looked aside him..

Our hero froze as he knew this would be the end. In his haste he had forgotten to close the door, now seeing the consequences of this stupid action.. The most dangerous and monstrous of all creatures had entered his house, His black stare of death looking straight at our hero.. The green , rotten skin smelled terrible as the creature shuffled four feet... Our hero closed his eyes and breathed out as a tear felt down his cheek. The innevetable soft hissing had begun as the creature started to emmit a faint glow.. Our hero blasted away as the thing exploded, seeing the red before his eyes the last thing he saw was the ravaged place..The stuff from his chest, scattered over the destroyed floor.. he slowly closed his eyes as the heart of a loving husband and father, stopped beating..