???'s pov
I come to, underwater, I gasp, pushing off the bottom and I cough as I come up. I look around and I see land, and I start heading for it, grabbing on and I climb out. I lay down on the shore and I think," how did I get here? Is there anybody else? Where even am I?" I get up, knowing that I wouldn't be able to stay in one place. I keep moving through the trees, hoping to find some sort of shelter before nightfall. I manage to find a cave and I realize that I would need to try getting some wood for an ax. I try to make an ax with sticks, to no avail, so I got so mad I punched the tree. only for it to crackle and break under the hit, and fall. from there I got to work, making a worktable and a ax, quickly chopping down a few more trees then retreating to my cave home for the night. I found out how to make a pickax and then I made a furnace with some stones and then I make charcoal and I light a torch with a piece of it. i sit down while i just wait for daytime to come. I watch odd creatures walk past my cave hideout, looking strangly like skeletons and zombies. Even a strange creature that seemed to hiss whenever a skeletons arrow pierced it. I stand and i make a stone sword, using a tiny blade to cut the cobblestone to the shape i need. The sun slowly rises and the mobs seemed to dissapear as the morning heat flushed them out and destroyed them. I grab my crafting table and i start walking out, just what this day will hold for me.