One prey was eaten by the others. The do on its head was intact. I could co back for its brains whenever. Its marrow was untouched as well. The others only ate its flesh. Ten of them were next to its corpse with another twenty crowding behind. As for the remaining others, they headed for the building, where the last two prey hid. They stumbled past the back wall, the sides, heading to the front door.
But I learned my lesson last ti. Prey can escape through windows. The whole building has to be encircled to trap the prey inside. Unlike the last place, this building has a lot of windows, at least four on each wall. Eight on each if the windows up top counted. Theres a tal door in the back too. The others only covered the front side of the building. As for the back and sides, the prey could escape through those at any ti. The trees that they rolled down the hill, they were propped up against the walls. But the prey were smart, making sure to leave the windows unblocked.
The others were still coming out of the woods, stumbling against the trees that blocked them. They approached, crashed, fell, climbed up. So dumb. They didnt know to go around. Or raise their legs higher. The others that the rolling trees hit were crawling. So stood. But most crawled. The bones in their legs were broken. If I manage to preserve these last two prey, not have them be eaten by others, Id have enough ti to wait for these injured others to heal.
But first, I have to cut off all avenues of escape. To do that, I have to find my injured others, the ones with no arms thatre carrying my bags. I didnt see them go towards the front, they must still be in the woods. There they are. Theyre on the ground, unable to stand after tripping over the trees. Which one has my four-pointed tal spikes? The wooden spikes too. Ill put them underneath the windows. When the prey climb out, theyll step on them, injure their feet. Found them. Maybe I should label these bags; theres so many.
It took a while to scatter the tal, plant the spikes. But none of the windows were open. That ans the prey are still inside. The door on the back is difficult to deal with. I dont have any brains or blood to attract the others here. Even if blood isnt infected, after a few days, it turns black, hard, unable to be sared. I brought the jars of dried blood anyway, storing them in one of the blankets. But they wont be useful now. What do I do? I cant place spikes down. When the door opens, itll knock them away, clearing the path. Unless I dig a hole. But that takes ti. I have a lot of ti. Wheres the other carrying my hole-digging tool?
I have to figure out a way to organize them better. The other with the tool is eating the dead prey, in the mass of others. I had to kill a few to make room to grab the tool. The hole doesnt have to be deep, just enough to prevent the spikes from falling over if the door opens. But while digging, the door opened, revealing two prey. They froze in place. Then the prey in the lead stabbed at with its spear. I turned around, blocking the strike with my bag, copying the thods the last prey used to block my arrows. I turned back around, swinging the hole-digging tool at the sa ti.
I swung from the sa side the prey was holding its spear with; it couldnt use its shield to block. The hole-digging tool struck its arm. The prey scread, dropping its spear. I pulled the tool back, raised it up like a spear. It was heavier than one; why didnt I think to use it as a spear earlier? I stabbed forward. The prey blocked with its shield. It retreated back inside, the second prey grabbing the door. It tried to close it. But my tool was in the way. The prey stabbed at , aiming for my arm. I could avoid it if I let go of my tool. But then the door would close. What do I do? Even if the door closed, eventually Id get inside, kill the prey. But this is a perfect chance to break in. An injury would save ti. Is it worth it?
I thought for too long. The preys spear stabbed my arm. But it wasnt sharp enough to pierce through my clothes. It stabbed into my sleeve, sliding down my arm. I released my tool with my right hand, still holding on with my left. Then I grabbed the preys spear before it could pull it back. I dont know why I thought I could take its spear away. The prey was stronger than , pulling the spear back anyway. I didnt let go in ti, tumbling forward into the prey. We both fell down.
Get it off !
Luckily, I had injured the firsts prey arm. If I hadnt, it definitely wouldve stabbed in. Instead, it hit with the edge of its shield. My back was protected by my bag. My head was protected by the do. But it hit my head anyway, my vision shaking with every thump. The prey underneath had its hands on my do, pushing away. Was it trying to take my do off? I cant let that happen. At this rate, Ill die. I fumbled around with my right hand, my left pressed down against the floor, the standing prey stepping on it. The bag at my waist had arrows. I grabbed one.
The prey underneath was wearing the black, green armored clothes. Its head was protected by a do. The only spots that werent protected were its arms, where its sleeves had slid down. And its neck. If I stabbed the arrow anywhere else, the result would be like earlier when the prey stabbed my arm with its spear. I made the obvious choice, stabbing the arrow into the preys neck. Even with my vision shaking, loud thumps resounding in my ears, I was accurate. At this close range, it was impossible to miss. The prey scread. But it was only a gurgle.
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