Well, who can complain in such conditions? Certainly not these monstrous, disgusting creatures, and definitely not me. Although, I'm guilty for ending up in this hole.

Wait, why am I guilty? It's that bitch's fault. Wasn't five years in a prison cell enough for her? She sent me straight to my grave... Hmm, it's been over a month or three since I got here.

That's for sure, but there has never been a night here. I look at this gloomy sky and wonder: is this the matrix? Many people - scientists, prophets (charlatans) - have said that we live in a matrix. Or maybe I'm the hero of the story and someone is watching me? Is this nonsense?

I'll think about how to survive and save myself from this place.

Looking at his hands, he saw a pair of wings, or rather skin that had been cut off. Putting the trophy aside, he approached the creature's muzzle. Its mouth was full of teeth, all of which were like needles and approximately the same size. But only two teeth were larger than the others, two or even three times longer and three to four times thicker. At the end of the mouth was a small hole, probably for sucking blood.

"A vampire. That's what they look like. And here I thought they were sexy nobles who always suck blood (or maybe something else) and have sex with their dildos. All my dreams are shattered." - He began to kick the beast's corpse.

After a few minutes, he stopped and then, using a saw, began to cut the teeth from the very base. Blood splattered everywhere. He happily looked at his hands, covered in blood and teeth.

Putting the teeth on the ground, he looked at the fur, or maybe mouse hair. It was so long and sturdy that it couldn't be torn off. He happily began to tear the hair with roots and flesh. Clearing each hair, he started to look at one of the two teeth. Seeing the hole, he began to insert the hair into the tooth like a needle.

"Success!" He happily began sewing the two wings together, making them into a long cloak. But then a new problem arose: how to fasten it so that it wouldn't fall off. With this thought in mind, he began cutting the remaining skin off the corpse to make a long cord that went around the cloak. After which he tied it around his neck.

Finishing up, he looked at the teeth, and then at the claws of the corpse. Thinking to himself, he said:

"I can't carry everything with my hands, I also need a bag. Without it, it will be problematic to carry future trophies."

Looking at the furry belly and the hand sticking out of it, he began cutting, struggling for 10 minutes.

Then he started tearing off the skin along with the meat. Looking inside, he saw unexpected things - not muscles and intestines, but decay and a terrible stench. It seemed like this was a dead creature that had been decaying for thousands of years. The hand started to rot as he tore the skin off with the meat.

All of this looked like spoiled canned food that looks beautiful and perfect on the outside, but has already gone bad on the inside. Sometimes you don't know that it's inedible until you check the production date. But even then, you can't always be sure that the production date hasn't been changed.

So it was with this corpse. At first, it looked ugly but was still alive. But it turned out to be a walking corpse, or perhaps it was its particularities.

"Standing there, and the cockroach didn't decay before my eyes... No, I didn't cut it open to see what's inside..." Puzzling over this question, he abruptly stopped, gathered all his belongings in his hands and his coat, and ran away as fast as he could. After an hour or so, he heard the cry of a very powerful bird and, looking up at the sky, saw a huge bird that was too large by the standards of earthly birds.

The bird flew towards the corpse, and after five minutes it landed next to it. Then there was the roar of a tiger or something similar to it. A battle began just a few seconds after that. After a pitiful 10 seconds, a new cry was heard, but from whom it was, remained a mystery.

"Well, I'm glad I ran away. In the end, I was right in my decision. If I were there, I would have left a long time ago."

Looking at the place where the beasts were fighting over their prey, he ran even further. Maybe he had been running for an hour, but he couldn't compare to the speed of the birds because they were still too close to him. He needed to find shelter before the noise of the battle subsided.

"I'll definitely die from any blow, or even from a shard of a blow. So to speak, dying from a stray bullet or a random hit. And what's this hole?"

Running away further from the beasts, he noticed a huge tree, next to the roots of which was a hole. But it was the size of an average dog.

Approaching, he stuck a stick in the hole. At first, nothing happened, but the further he progressed inside, the more the hole widened until it stopped at something soft.

Quickly grabbing the stick, he ran away from the hole five meters and waited.

Slowly, the head of a white mouse emerged from the hole. Its eyes were clear, and it stared intently at him. Then it began to squeak and disappeared into the burrow.

"Stop, this isn't a mouse, it's a real rat," he thought, watching as it opened its mouth, revealing its teeth, and started to run away.

"Was it scared? It doesn't matter. Right now, I need a place to rest, create a weapon, and wait for these monstrous creatures to fight over something trivial," he decided, approaching the former house.

He prepared a stick just in case, but nothing happened.

Looking into the burrow, he saw a hole that was 2 meters high and 3 meters long. Inside it was clean, with no belongings or even a rat's toilet.

"Maybe it was a clean freak and pooped somewhere else..."

Entering the burrow, he began to close the entrance with black sand or dirt. After that, he fell dead on the ground.

"Ugh, I can't stand dust, I don't even have the strength to finish the job..."

He looked like a corpse, with wrinkles all over his body, and his skin was gray-black. He didn't understand why, but his skin slowly began to lighten in color.

Sitting motionless, he thought about all his achievements since coming here. It was like a story where the hero was transported to another world.

"But I'm not a hero, and no one even noticed me. I'm just an ordinary... Maybe this is the world after death, as the church says, hell and heaven. And I ended up in hell... I'm slowly losing my mind, talking to myself, and then what will happen?"

"Phew, I don't even know how much time has passed since I ended up in this hell. According to my feelings, it's been 3-4 months. Who knows?"

"I'm tired, not physically, but spiritually. I'm tired..."

Closing his eyes, he began to remember his childhood, university, work, and his parents... What would his father say in this situation?

He began to regret. Only today did he realize how much he hadn't managed to do.

Sitting on the floor, he looked up at the ceiling...

"Hey, wait. What do I see in the darkness?"

Looking around, only now did he realize that there was no source of light that could illuminate this place. All that remains is what he can see in the darkness.

"And why am I not surprised?"

Standing up, he began to examine this place more carefully. In a world where the strong kill the weak, one always needs to be on guard.

Having looked around all the places, he saw nothing. Falling back on his back where he dug up this sand to close the entrance to the burrow.

He sat, but boredom did not give him peace, and laziness was also insistent. In one place there was laziness, which said "Rest", and boredom said "Boredom is deadly! Move, damn it!".

And so he began to move his arms and legs through the sand. If it were snow and not sand, then he would have made an angel. But...

Feeling around with his hands and feet in the black sand, at some point he stumbled upon something hard. Looking at that place, he saw something that looked like... a book? Digging it up and examining his hands, he made sure that it really was a book.

"What is a book doing here? And in such good condition," he thought.

Looking at the cover, he noticed a skull. He had seen many skulls of different kinds in his life, even skulls of cats.

But this skull was strange, even a little creepy. He was ready for danger, but he was already in hell and... dead.

"Well, it's all my curiosity's fault. This damn book was so dark, with a skull drawn on the cover, and all of it together with the aura of antiquity that it radiated," he decided.

Trying to open the book, he couldn't. How come? The book had a lock, and it was closed.

But curiosity drove away laziness and boredom, and he wanted to know what was inside the book. He tried to force it open, but it didn't yield. Looking at what was keeping it closed, he saw a clean, almost untouched by time lock.

"How do I open it?" he thought. "Maybe the key is nearby. There's little chance, but there's still hope."

And he began searching for the book key, digging through dozens of holes. But he found nothing. He fell back next to the book and closed his eyes regretfully. His thoughts began to gradually disappear.

It seemed like he fell asleep, but at the same time, the skull on the book cover began to enlarge until it started making sounds. It stopped only when only half of the skull had come out. After that, two dots appeared inside the two holes where the eyes had been, one green like a swamp, the other purple like an amethyst.