Chapter 52

He backed up until his body was pressed against the back of the skull. He waved his spear with precision, each stab finding it mark. Blood of the abominable rats flew in the air like fountains.

They had hard fur and he was wasting too much energy trying to kill them. If this continues he will be overran by their vast numbers.

He started aiming for their eyes and necks, even if he did not kill them with a single hit, slitting their throats will kill them eventually, hopefully. It was hard, aiming for the throat and eyes of moving creatures was harder than he thought especially since they were faster than he was.

His position did however lessen the difficulty as he expected, with them coming from the same direction they cannot sneak up on him and they got in each others way in this cramped space.

Large as the skull was it could not contain their vast numbers. He swung his bone spear with madness, ripping their throats and stabbing their brains through their eyes.

Screeches of pain echoed in the walls of the skull. This slaughter fest continued for a few minutes without rest. His arms felt like they were on fire and his muscles were being ripped apart.

The wounds on his arm and leg from the bite of the rats were turning black and throbbing with Unbearable pain. He was infected, he knew he couldn't stay here for long but he saw no end to them.

However the carcasses of the ones he had killed had formed a sort of a wall infront of him barring the path of the ones behind them. This made it harder for more to rush him at once.

Their screeches were grating yet pleasant to his ears,hearing their screams of pain as they died brought joy to him. An excited grin never left his face even though he was face to face with death.

The sight and smell of blood made him feel hungry, hungry for more, he wanted more blood, more death,more souls. His grin became wider, his eyes started change.

His heart was beating like drums in his chest, he felt his blood flow faster and energy flooded his fatigued arms. Let me out He heard a familiar voice.

Drunk in this exhilarating feeling he ignored the voice in his heard. More and more rats came, the skull felt more cramped now with death rats littering the place yet more came. He had thought there were maybe 10 of them but he was wrong.

He had filled more 20 of them yet he could still hear more of them outside. In his drunken state he did not notice his spear form improving as he killed the rats but it was still inefficient,he would rather have a sword.

It was taking less and less movements to kill them, he felt less tired, infact he felt a bit energetic. His white bone spear had turned blackish from the blood of his foes.

More and more arrived, he was wondering how many of these things there were. The skull groaned but he did not notice, he was too absorbed in slaughter.

He did not even notice the scratches on his body. Although none were able to bite him in this battle they able to scratch him, he was bleeding profusely but his blood felt thicker than he remembered.

Some time later, he looked around grinning, the excitement he felt dropping. He noticed the carcasses lying on the ground. He does vaguely remember killing them but in that state,it was like he was moving on auto pilot.

His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving aggressively. He was trying to drawn in as much oxygen as he can in this tiny respite he has.

Although none were coming in he could still hear their low growls around him, they were unsettling yet he anticipated their arrival. Well a part of him he does not understand did but the more rational part knew he should find a way to run away from here.

With how many he could count running was out of the picture. He could barely stand after the adrenaline wore off let alone outrun them. He leaned on the skull behind him and felt it groan.

He turned back with panick and the one thing he did not wish for happened. The bit of the spine still connected to the skull fell of, the hole it was covering lay bare.

Now they could flank him on either side, he had a hard time dealing with them while they came from the same direction in smaller numbers, he could not imagine how hard it will be now.

It seems they too realised this, like a tsunami they rushed in through the new opening lik a wave. Due to it being larger more of them could come in at once.

He had to move and dodge just to avoid having his arms and legs bitten off. Although there was enough space in the skull to move around it was still limited.

With more of them rushing in maneuvering around them was becoming harder but his form was a getting better and better. It was becoming more of spearmanship, though it still had a resemblance to swordmanship.

More rushed in from the eyes and nose, having to deal with them from both sides pushed him to his limit. His heart was beating so hard others would probably hear a few metres away.

Having to constantly run or defend, he was killing less and less of them which means they were piling up. As he was running around one bit his leg.

He grimaced, let me out, I can save us shut up, he whispered in his head. You can't win, you know you can't win but I can he did not bother responding but the voice was right.

He doesn't know if it was just his inner thoughts but they were right, he cannot win. The excitement started wearing off, his distant cold eyes returned.

He was getting slower and slower, more bit him, he waved around his spear stabbing and hitting them but they were unrelenting. Am going to die? He wondered as he was slowly losing consciousness.

The infections from the bite, the bloodloss and overall fatigue had won in the end, no matter how stubborn he was, no matter how much he will himself to stay awake, he could not fight this.

He refused to give up but his body could nolonger continue. His left arm was dangling and many bite marks and scratches littered his body like a convas, no matter how hard he screamed in his head to move, his body refused.

Seeing no hope he decided to let the being in his head out, if he was going to die anyways he might as well find out if they are real, he doesn't know if they are real or just his own mind playing games with him, but he was about to find out, just as his eyes closed, he had the voice again. Finally.