Steve could hear familiar sounds bouncing off the vast walls of the cave, and into his ears. The growl of the undead. The hiss of an arachnid. Coming closer by the second. Steve's heart raced in his chest. He hesitated, before fearfully turning around.
   His worst expectations were confirmed: there, about a block away from him was a tall, rotting zombie. And to his right was an abnormally large, terrifying spider. They slowly walked closer to Steve; hissing, growling. Steve backed away slowly, though aware of the very familiar molten liquid. He only had two options for his fate: be eaten by the undead and his eight-legged friend, or slowly melt away with his items in the lava. Steve, never one to obey rules decided to think outside of the box.
   He dug deep into his inventory, looking for the lunch he had packed for his long mining trip. Spare pickaxe? No. Rotten Flesh? Uh, maybe next time. Four stacks of obsidian? Defnitely not. That stuff does not agree with Steve's stomach.
   Finally, there it was. The beautiful cake, topped with white icing and cherries, baked for him by Miss Emeraldson, the local baker. With great haste, his heart racing, he placed the cake onto the stone block between him and the hungry mobs.
   They stopped abruptly, and glared at Steve.
   "It's a peace offering" Steve uttered, shaking with terror.
   The mobs devoured the cake, and from that day on, they and Steve were the best of friends...


The End.