Jimmy was on the bread bridge, harvesting the crops that had grown recently. It was dusk, so mobs would arrive soon enough. Luckily the place was lit up, though.

He cracked his knuckles idly and ran a hand through his blonde hair, glanced back at the ruined mansion where the ‘Bad Boys’ had made their base, exhaling in the process.

The other two had gone off, probably bringing hell with them, but Jimmy was playing it safe for now! Just some harmless farming, a little bit of building and repairing here or there. Nothing could go wrong. That was until he saw some movement from the corner of his eye.

“Who’s that?” Jimmy yapped, quickly taking off his shades and scanning the area.