Growls of hunger echo out.
Will I stay?
Will I go?
Conscience says to, 'Let it go.'
Headed toward the light I seek.
A blocky shadow surfaced beneath.
A flash of light filled the cave.
The smoke had cleared but my ears still rang.
One heart remained.
No food left.
Home so far away.
Spelt certain death...
The creeper creeped.
With no time to think!
The smell of porkshop fills the outside air.
Relieving the feeling of hunger and despair.
Home sweet ...