Can someone review this creepypasta? My first one?

Just another day

I wake up with a jolt. 'Where am I?' I wonder,'This isn't my home…' I mutter a few swears under my breath. My new location appears to be a lush green field.
The grass here is tall, I must be in the wild where there's nobody to cut it. I frown. How am I supposed to find my way back now? I head in a random direction, hoping for the best. I walk through the tall grass for a while, and I find a small town. I sprint to the little village, hoping for a hotel or somewhere to stay until I find my
house. It's getting pretty dark. I walk up to a man in a strange robe. "Um… Hello, sir," I begin, "Do you know where a hotel is around here?" He speaks a single word in some odd language. I don't understand at first, but he begins to walk towards an old building, motioning for me to follow. It appears to be his house. He steps into the doorway, mumbling something in his language. I ask, hoping he'll understand me, if it's really ok that I stay with him for the night. He nods silently and points me toward the floor in the back of his one-room ranch house. "You… Want me to sleep on the floor?" I ask, hoping the answer is no. He shakes his head yes. I wonder why his house is so small… Oh well. He was kind enough to let me stay here. I should be grateful. I lay down as I watch him lock the door. He checks the windows to make sure they're locked too. I don't question it though. He's probably just paranoid. He lays down on the floor near the window. 'What an odd man,' I think, 'Maybe this is just some sort of traditional tribe home or something… All the houses look like this from what I can tell.' That's when I hear it. A single knock on the door. The man is already asleep. 'I wonder who that could be?' Then, more knocking, followed by violent pounding. I look through the window and catch a glimpse of discolored, gross, skin hanging loosely over the bony frame of a subhuman creature. I begin to scream, and the man wakes up in a panic. He runs to the door, trying to block it with his body. I see a dark, intense look of fear in his eyes. The door is suddenly knocked down, pushing him to the ground. The vile creatures begin to viciously attack him. I run past him, and my life flashes before my eyes. I run to a nearby mountain. I stand on the mountain, watching the citizens run and scream in a panic. In the end, none of them made it. My memories still flooding in, I remember something. This has happened before. Many, many times. I smile a sort of sad smile, and tears well up in my yes. I couldn't save them. They're all dead. That's okay, though. This is just another day for me.
Just another day in the world of Minecraft.

Added (1). Well, thanks for your opinion but just to let you know it was supposed to seem like it was a random person's pov at the beginning and it was real life and it was supposed to be a shock ending… But if it was too obvious, tell me.

:/ That… No, just no. Not to sound rude, but that doesn't seem like a creepypasta. It seems more of a short story talking about the zombies from a villager/ Steve's POV. It's not a Creepypasta if its a normal thing in the game. Now if you added, say, Herobrine, or something like Zalgo, or something that's not normally in the game, THEN that makes it a Creepypasta, but right now it doesn't seem to be a cp.