I woke up atleast 30 blocks away from Bob. I pick up my knife, shovel and pick. I sling my pick over my back, sheath my knife, and grasp my shovel, and start to walk along. I saw a wolf, and picked a few apples from a tree. I killed a pig or two, and offered the wolf a porkchop or four. It greedily munched, and barked up to me softly. A horse ran along, and a creeper killed a cow. "Yep. I woke up in hell alright." I said, as I unsheathed my pick and holstered my shovel, smashing up some stone, and a bit of coal. I headed out and obtained a bunch of twigs, and rubbed the coal against the twigs, making four torches. I placed up one on a wall of the hollow cave, which was now my home. I headed out from my makeshift home, and sheared a few clumps of wool of a sheep, and layed the wool down in my cave, for a bed. I made a table, which doubled as a crafting bench.