"Bacon, Bacon where are you buddy?"  These are the cries of an unfortunate villager whose lost his beloved pet pig, Bacon.  He searches the village high and low, from sun up to sun down.  Still he cannot find his beloved pig.  As he walks to his tiny hut he hears a feint cry in the distance. The sounds of squealing fills him with emotion.  Suddenly he bolts to his hut, grabs a sword, and runs toward the squealing in the nearby fields. His fears have now become his reality as he witnesses his beloved pig surrounded by mouth foaming zombies.  One by one he hacks and slashes the mindless zombies among them.  Suddenly he notices a purple glow reflecting like a beam of light off his sword.  He turns to see the purple light is a cloud of some sort.  It is alluring, and yet something doesn't feel right about it.  The villager turns his attention to his beloved Bacon, who is barreling towards the purple glow, trying to elude the zombie that fallows.  Then, unexpectedly as the zombie and Bacon reach the purple glow, they both instantly vanish.  The villager hesitates, but only for a second.  He then charges toward the purple glow, unaware of the dangers ahead.
     Instantly he is surrounded by darkness.  Shorty after, his vision begins to unravel, revealing the dreaded pits of this dark abyss.  A blood curtling squeal ripples through the magical fabric of the nether air.  The villager scans the area and finds his beloved Bacon and part of the zombie in the lava splashing about.  He runs toward them with all his might. If there was ever a chance that Bacon would live he'd have to be saved now.  The intense heat blurred his vision, but the villager could still see Bacon and the zombie trying desperately to escape the lava. To his surprise, both the zombie and Bacon crawled onto the spongy red rocks that infested the realm they lie in.  The villager became over come with joy and confusion as he nearly approaches them.  If his beloved pig had survived the burning lava then surely he was meant to live.  Now the only thing left to do was to slay the very zombie whom had been the cause of this mess.  Just as the villager stood in front of them both, he plunged his sword into the cursed zombie.  To the villagers dismay the zombie let out a whaling squeal.  " zombies don't squeal", he thought to himself.  Had he stabbed his beloved pig?  The villager pulled his sword out of the zombie, and as it rolled over, his sight became clear.  His beloved pig Bacon, had melted and fused with the retched zombie.  The villager stood paralyzed, questioning if what he had saw was actually true.  It was no longer his beloved pig and a zombie, but rather some sort of zombie-pig-man.  As the villager laid in shock, the zombie pig stood up, face to face with him.  It let out another high pitch squeal, grabbed the sword from the villager, and drove it though his chest.  As the villager plummeted to his knees he saw a multitude of pigs with zombies trailing behind, coming from the purple glow that brought him here.  In that moment the villager finally understood all of what was happening and began to envision all of what was to come.  As his life force begins to fade and his body turn to sand, he sees the rider on a three-headed beast create another spectacle of purple light, and disappears through it.

Meh

was there a first part?

Sorry, if there was i didnt see it. xD

Thanks.