Steve looked out the window for the third time. No sign of Alex. He sighed and told himself not to worry. His friend was always late, but this time it was later than usual.
As he walked into the kitchen, Steve saw a letter sitting on the table. It read:
Dear Steve,
I will be late.. very late. I'm headed to the Nether. I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I hope.
-Alex~~~
Steve sighed again. Alex was always looking for an adventure, but not normally this life-threatening. Although he had never been to the Nether himself, he had heard rumours that there was lots of lava. The ground was very flammable. There were flying jellyfish called ghasts that shot balls of fire at you. There were zombie pigs waiting to eat your flesh. Wither skeletons roamed about, giving you the Wither sickness.
Steve shuddered at the thought of all that. He hoped Alex would be okay. He turned and put on his armour and grabbed his sword. He went outside to the mob farm. It was almost dusk, which meant if he hurried, he would be able to get a bit of loot before nighttime.
He ran and ran until he finally reached the mob farm. He checked the loot chest. Experience orbs fluttered into him as he pulled out the rotten flesh, bones, arrows, string, and spider eyes. No creepers. That was strange, because about fifty creepers died everyday at Steve's mob farm. He knew they couldn't have just gone extinct.. or could they?