I hum brightly as I skip-jog through the bleak marshes. I can see what I think is a main island, or continent, I'm not sure yet, in the distance. It's grass looks brighter and it's water clearer and darker.

As a wade towards the plains, the ground suddenly drops off underneath me! I gasp and inhale gulps of water. Through the murky haze I see an odd phenomenon. My mind, still blurry, can't connect the dots as a blue blur shoots towards me, impaling my ribs.

"Arrrgh!" I cry, gasping in more water as I cry out in agony. It's all I can do to swim as fast as I can away from the Drowned and back onto the shallow sandbank of the marshes. But I don't stop there. I pathetically throw myself onto the nearest island and flail like a dead fish, writhing in pain and anger.

Just as I begin to stand up something hits me. Hard. It swats me across the face with a blunt yet razor sharp blow, knocking me down. Blood pours from my nose and mouth. I begin to choke and gag as I get up, slowly, shakily, ready to run.

But I am too slow. The next blows land on me square in the chest, then into my stomach like a dagger and under my calves. I moan and gasp, knowing the end is near. But I will not give up. I look my enemy square in the face, and what happens next only takes a second. I recognize the glowing, disheveled face of the Drowned mob in the dark, shadowy sky. I had taken off too late and the Drowned from the river was able to follow me onto land.

This is my doing again, not just bad luck. The second of truth comes to an end and suddenly I have my wits about my nearly-dead head again. Harnessing some astonishing reserve, I break free of the battle lock the Drowned has trapped me in and run. I duck under the Drowned's iron fist and stagger through the marshes, while all the while it is only a few paces behind me.

Not it, them. A whole cult of trident-throwing teeth-gnashing iron-fists drowned zombies ready to exact revenge up on me for whatever I did to them. Probably killing them when they attacked me in my 'other life' as I call it now. Whiz, whoosh, shunk! Tridents whirl through the air. I dodge most of them, but a few impale me in the arms or legs or merely take off some skin as they glide through the air.

I just barely make it to my now dimly lit bunker and slam the door shut right after one last trident whizzes through the doorway and embeds itself in my crafting table. Wow, that was a close one, I think wanly. This would have never happened to the old me. The old me always thought things through. But the old me had something to survive for. What's the point of living now anyway?

I can't help but wonder what would happen if I die. Will I respawn like Poe, or will I just... poof, cease to exist. Would my friends miss me? Or are they even alive? Maybe I was the only one who respawned if we all died going through the void. Or maybe they've forgotten all about me already. Maybe they're all together throwing a party. Or maybe they've just given up on me. Or maybe... I force myself to admit thoughts I didn't know I'd had before, maybe, I've given up on them.

That's how I decided it I would go looking for them. If they, too had landed in the same place beyond the portal-thingie, then they were somewhere out there, somewhere hopefully close. And they were probably looking for me. Or all of us, because unless I was the only one who spawned alone, everybody is going through the same thing I am right now.

Except, I force myself to admit, they probably came to this conclusion before me. Jules for sure has already scoured an entire biome. And maybe she found someone. Maybe she's not alone anymore. I can't help but envy Jules, just for a second, thinking about what it would be like to not be alone again, before I hear the banging.

Both mobs of... well, mobs, were banging on my door ferociously. The Drowned on my front door, and the zombie-witch-skeleton-whatever-else on the door to my mineshaft. I take the opportunity to pack up all my things, leaving a chest in the bunker with a very crowded sign saying "S's Spawn Point - She's looking for friends starting with the plains" - just in case the others found her bunker. The others have to be here, I refuse to be alone again forever! And I get ready to leave as soon as the sun rises. And the Drowned leave, preferably.

I am ready to go on an adventure. And, whatever it takes, I will find them. Hopefully. 

Author's Note:

I've got nothing other than what I've already said besides that now I'm announcing a Book of The Week every week.

Like I said in the announcement, the book of the week can be from ANY fandom, and you can recommend a book.

No promises I'll get around to reading it, though.