Into the Depths

Waiting for wheat to grow gets boring. I couldn't tame another sheep until it did. I had no more seeds to lure home chickens until it did. I didn't have enough food to explore far until it did. I was frustrated and bored. 

Taking my sword, pickaxe, spare torches, and a couple of the pork chops left over from my pig butchering session, I decided to see what lay in the cave I could see in the cliff face nearby.

I found a ton of ore, brown and dull in color. I had no idea what it was, but I was sure I'd find a use for it. I also found dull grey and lighter brown. I gathered these all up. A rat tried to take a bit out of my toes, but I had my sword, so the rat became more meat for the storeroom. I left torches in cracks in the stone as I made my way. 

Just as I was placing my last torch, I realized I was at the end of the road. Before me stood a deep crevasse. On the far side, zombies desperately cried out for my brains, enough survival instinct left in them to keep them from trying to jump over the hole and reach me. I nommed on the pork chop lunch I had brought and debated my next move.

Giving up for the moment for lack of light to see by, I returned home. Night had fallen. I was forced to slay a zombie that was trying to reach my sheep. A whole family of rats came out of the woods with gleaming infected eyes. 

Rats. That was how the infection had spread in the first place, escapees from a lab infecting feral rats until nowhere in the city was safe. I was confident by now that cooking infected meat made it edible, so I gathered up rat flesh and went in for the night.

Before bed, I took out my guide. Turns out, I had gathered some copper, tin, and iron. I set some to smelt and lay on the floor.