I stagger up the hill. Gosh I haven't been here in such a long time, I think with a little smile. It was all I could manage. I was to tired, to weak. I had gashes on both arms and probably a few broken ribs and a broken leg. I was covered in dirt, monster dust, and my own blood. I've been to tired to wash it all off knowing it would come back. I had ripped my clothes to make bandages but they had bleed trough days ago. I hear the to soon sound of a monster's cry and turn around. My light weight knife heavy in my hand. This is it. I can't fight anymore. I can barley stand. It attacks. I hit the pine head first and get knocked out. My unconscious body rolls toward camp. The monster goes to eat me but just showers me with dust.