Ok, so like I was saying, I was standing in a mud pit, holding a worm the size of my leg in one hand and a rock in the other. Two dog-like creatures stood on their hind legs between me and the only exit, advancing toward me. And to top it off, the roof was falling slowly but steadily down on us all.
All in all, not the bright new life I'd hoped for.
One of the dog creatures leapt, baring its teeth. Its open maw could have fit my head inside, which undoubtedly was its aim. The knee height mud hampered its agility somewhat, but it still came at me faster than I could dodge which forced me to face it head on. I caught it mid flight with my rock to its face, knocking it out, though unfortunately it kept its trajectory and hit me head on, forcing me to fall back limbo style with the bottom half of my legs still stuck in the mud and I quickly started to sink. I pushed it off in time to see the other creature follow in suit. It landed on top of me, jaws snapping, and I grabbed it's throat with my free hand to keep it from taking a share of my face.
The weight of its offensive forced me deeper into the mud. It pawed at me, doing not much more than delivering shallow cuts with its unkempt claws, but it kept on regardless. It choked out garbled barking noises, drooling as it simultaneously struggled between breathing and attacking. Its snapping became metronomic as its brain struggled to process oxygen deprived blood and it would soon pass out, but I didn't know if my grip would hold that long.
I stared into its mouth as it opened and shut and I started mentally timing its rhythm. I counted to three and when its mouth opened again I jammed the worm down its throat. It tried to clamp down on my arm, but it could only retch with the giant worm hanging out of its pie hole. I punched the wriggling thing deeper in to make sure it didn't fall out, and the dog thing stood and backed off.
I stood awkwardly in the mud, gaining some semblance of footing, and bumped my head on the roof. I glanced at the dog behind me, face first in the mud, and the one in front, still choking on the worm. Hunched over to avoid the ceiling, I started forward and moved around the dog. It made to grab at me, but the motion was pathetic and it quickly returned to its own problem. I was near the door when I heard the heavy plop of its body hitting the mud behind me.
The ledge that made the floor outside was nearly blocked by the roof, leaving only a narrow hole, but I scrambled through and as the way closed behind me, the sun crested the mountains on the horizon ahead and I breathed the air of a new day. I fell back on my arse and breathed out a weak laugh.
"Ok, a new beginning. Again."
