Escape from the Overworld: An Unofficial Overworld Adventure, Book One

Escape from the Overworld: An Unofficial Overworld Adventure, Book One — page 7
6 I fell back against the ground with the wind knocked out of me My pouch flew through the air and landed with a thud somewhere off in the darkness The creeper was gone dead They always die when they explode and they love to take your work with them Overhead I could see the floor of my tree house break into pieces I lay there trying to catch my breath It was full night now the square moon overhead I didn’t want to admit it but I wished Dad was around to help me But then again I was glad he wasn’t because I didn’t want him to see my ruined tree house Tomorrow I would have to start over on my building No good creepers I struggled to get up but I was too weak It was going to be a little bit before I’d be able to sit up and limp my way back to the house Dad would never give sympathy even though I could have really used some right then He’d never had any of his work blown up by a creeper I shut my eyes against the square moon and breathed deeply I needed food and milk to feel better and then a good night’s sleep I didn’t want to think about how much I’d been hurt I especially didn’t want to think about how it was still dark Or that my tools were off in the distance and I was now weaponless Or that home was as far away as ever Instead of all the scary things I thought about how I would get back to work on my building in the morning Lots of people in the Overworld have had their hard work blown up thanks to a sneaky creeper so maybe the next time I Escape from the Overworld