I awoke to the Bunnyman shaking me. There was no danger, but I
guess I was sleeping in. There was no morning sun to wake up to. Just
the darkness. The cold and humid atmosphere was uninspiring. I didn't
want to do anything but sleep. I have no sense of direction in this
place, nor do I have a sense of time. My whole methods are out the
window in this cave, and I am not sure if I like the change.
We walked deeper into the cave, discovering the new ecosystem that
is so different from the surface. I heard a few peculiar noises. I
even saw shadows from the corner of my eyes. My put them out of my
mind. The idea of someone following me without my knowledge makes my
skin crawl. I look up, and there is a pair of glowing red eyes,
floating in the air. The sound of flapping wings were echoing through
the tunnel, creating a sound I should fear. A bat dive-bombed me,
taking chunks of flesh from my arms. It bit my neck, and I felt as
though my life was being drained from me.
The Bunnyman let out a war cry and rushed towards me. It ripped
the bat off my neck and bit off one of the wings. The crippled bat
slowly died on the floor struggling to fly. The Bunnyman then let out
a cry in pain. Another bat flew in behind it, latching onto its back.
The Bunnyman quickly grabbed it and threw it against the wall. The
bat exploded from the impact, leaving behind a mangled corpse.
Despite my bleeding arms and pulsating neck, I was joyous. This
Bunnyman saved my life. This world is not all evil, there is someone
here to help me and watch my back. I thanked the Bunnyman with a few
carrots and we moved deeper into the cave, on our guard, ready for
anything. As we were walking away from the bat corpses, a though
crossed my mind, “It would really suck if I turned into a vampire
from the bites.”
A large opening was in front of me. Light was leaking through. I
ran to see what it was. Maybe it was a saving grace. Maybe it was an
exit to a new place in the surface. When I passed through I was
shocked. It was an ecosystem just like the surface. It had
everything, berry bushes, animals, trees and even some of the surface
animals. I moved quickly, I chopped down trees, gathered berries, and
set up camp. While it was still cold and damp, it was more
comfortable to lay down on than hard rock.
There were no seasons here. I would not have to worry about the
Deerclops (if there were more) during winter. Nor would I have to
worry about the blazing sun spoiling my food because it was too hot.
The dangers are still unknown but this could be the break I have been
looking for. As I explored, I noticed rocks jetting up from the
ground. I thought, “What the hell?” grabbed my pickaxe, and swung
as hard as I could. I shattered the stalagmite and it yielded gold,
flint, and stone. I was thrilled. I mined for hours, getting enough
gold to build my science machines to make my camp feel more at home.
I went to mine some more after I built the machines. I was
thinking in the long term and some extra materials would be helpful.
I cam across a peculiar looking stalagmite. I figured it was just a
differently formed one and that they all looked different up close,
like snowflakes. I swung my pickaxe and heard the loud thud of the
pickaxe colliding with the stalagmite. Nothing broke, but I did hear
an unsettling sound, snarling. It was loud and raspy, it sounded
vaguely familiar. I saw red eyes emerge, one giant red eye and four
small red eyes. They belonged to spiders. These spiders were not like
the ones on the surface. Their looks appear to be adapted to the
surroundings of the cave. Sometimes, evolution really does suck. They
saw better in the caves than I did, so when I tried to run, they were
always one step ahead of me.
The spider with the big red eye was closing in. I turned to run
and I tripped and fell. My leg was stuck on something, a web. I free
myself and I get hit in the back with something tough. It was more
webbing. The spider with four red eyes was spitting out projectiles
of webbing. This Spitter was able to think ahead of me and it knocked
me down, pinning me to the tough rocky ground. The two spiders were
getting closer and closer. Their mouths watering at the sight of a
live meal. I yelled as loud as I could, “Bunnyman, HELP ME!”
I hear the loud footsteps of the Bunnyman approaching. It was
sprinting to my aid. It jumped over me and landed directly onto the
Spitter, crushing it. The Bunnyman reared up and let out a loud roar.
It picked up the cave spider and crushed it in it's hands. The
Bunnyman helped me get free of the spider webs. I didn't know what
else to do but hug it. This was the second time this Bunnyman saved
me. I owed it my life.
