He looked down at the screeching thing, it was a black rat with white cloudy eyes, it was huge for a rat, around the size of an avarage dog back on earth, it looked creepy even to him. His bone spear had stabbed it neck but did not penetrate far enough to be fatal.
He clicked his tongue, he knew he had to kill this thing before the others showed up. He pressed it to the ground with his spear and shoved it further in it neck, his back was no longer pressed against the skull which was a mistake.
He twisted the spear ending the ugly things life, just as he was about to move,a second one jumped at him from behind. It teeth gleaming like polished swords.
He quickly fell on his stomach to dodge then had to roll to dodge the bite of another. He raised his spear and shoved it in the mouth of the third one killing it immediately.
He knew running in this situation would be foolish, these things may not be much stronger than him physically but they were faster, he cannot outrun them.
Having killed two of the four that showed up he felt a bit confident before reigning himself in. What wrong with me! He thought, he was not the type to feel overconfident.
He was a cautious person even when he had the advantage. He stood up and looked around but could not see the other two. He knew they were still there.
They would not run, they would never run, he saw it in their eyes, the madness and savagery they have. This was their life, they were killers and scavengers and nothing more or less.
They reminded him of the wolves but even more savage, he had not met an actual monster from hell but he suspected they were like this and somehow he felt excited.
Lost in his thoughts he did not notice a rat jumping at him from his left, it was too late to dodge or use his spear so he raised his arm to block.
Pain flooded his brain but fortunately even with the debuff from this place he was still durable enough to not lose his hand from a single bite.
He stabbed the rat in it white eye, it screeched in pain but did not let go of his arm. The other jumped at him from his right, he turned around and used the other rat as a shield.
It was bitten by it brethren and an even louder screech echoed from it, he felt his hand in it mouth vibrate from the soundwave. He shoved his bone spear even further in it eye and stabbed it brain, or so he he thinks.
It died immediately and fell down. He only hand one to deal with now but before he could try to search for it he felt more of them arrived. Shit, he looked around for a solution.
Dealing with them from multiple directions would be hard, even though he could not see them he could hear their groans and by his estimation there were around 10 maybe more of them.
He looked at the skull behind him, it only had two openings which was fortunate for him. The skull was still connected to the spine or atleast a part of it which blocked the back.
The only two openings large enough were the eyes which were in the same direction, or atleast won't allow them to come from his blind spot. The only issue now was getting up there before these things could rip him apart.
If he still had his strength he would've just jumped in there but he could not. The only other way he could was using the mouth to climb but the bone looked slippery.
Fuck, he cursed under his breath even though he felt excited, deep down he knew the cursing was the proper reaction here so he acted like if even though he felt differently.
Unsure where the last one was he was not eager to start climbing but he had to or he won't get a chance when the others arrive so he began.
Putting his bone spear in his mouth, it was strangely thin for a femur, he was not even sure it was a femur but it looked like one. He reached up and grabbed a tooth and pulled himself up.
He was now standing in the teeth of the skull, using a crack above him to hold on. He was breathing heavily, climbing was hard when the very world you're in tries to press you to the ground.
His right foot was bleeding having stabbed it on the teeth while climbing. From this height he could hear their growls even clearer. He continued to push himself up. Damn this is harder than I thought.
Just as he was about to pull himself above the snout a rat jumped up and bit his bleeding leg, he grimaced with pain. Using his right hand he grabbed his spear.
Balancing himself with his left hand was hard, it was mangled and barely functional but he had no choise. He stabbed the rats face multiple times until it let go and fell down but it was still alive.
He pulled himself up in a hurry, he realised the nose was not as small as he thought it was, shit they can get in through here as well but atleast it won't be from behind me, he said to himself and he jumped into the skull and waited.
The growls multiplied, not being able to see his enemies made this situation even more dangerous and him even more excited. He grabbed his spear tighter with his left hand and right foot bleeding and throbbing with pain.
He could hear them circle the skull, he waited quietly. He slowed his breathing and straightened his back. Come, he whispered and as if they heard him, well maybe they did, they jumped on top of the skull.
He still cannot see them but he could hear their growls above him, then one jumped, he stabbed his spear at it eye and killed it with one hit.
It dying cry called the others and like a wave they jumped in one after the other. This will not be fun, he said that even though an excited grin was plastered on his face.