They soon had reached the village, losing the green monsters in the process. Michael and Ray let go a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat that covered their faces, they slowed and followed the other men to a house. Moments later, Matt broke down the door of a house...
"Ah. Classic Matt, choosing to break down the door with his head," Ray practically anime sweat-dropped and laughed awkwardly. "Great! Does anyone at all have any wood so that we can make a god damn door? Because I wasn't able to mine any of the fucking trees while we were running for our lives from the damn Creepers!" Michael was seething after watching Matt do another dumb by destroying the perfectly fine door into smithereens. They had to get started with mining or else they'd have to fend off against the other mobs with nothing but their bare fists. God knew that they couldn't do that- if they did, they would've been doing it instead of running from the creatures like a bunch of wusses.
"Relax, Michael. I'm sure this guy's got some wood- right?," the Puerto Rican asked, hope filling his eyes as he stared at Tyler.
"I doubt it. If he did, I think he would've built up or something to avoid the Creepers," the curly haired man butted in.