Dudian quietly lurked around in the silent and dark place. Every second of every minute felt like a century-long. H hoped that the bumbs would continue forever.
But he was aware that he will have to face the reality and struggle to live. He didn't continue to shy around and sit still. He began to think about ways to survive. He thought that if the food was poured into the nest then at the moment they were close to the surface. However at some point because of the weight of the monsters they would fall down to the depth of the pit. So if he continued to sit still then he would be buried alive.
He knew that he had to come up with a solution. He pulled the dagger from his legging and began to rummage through the bodies of the monsters. Soon he found a mutant crocodile's body. Its claws were stained with mud. It was not one of the three that they had killed but a mutated crocodile from the swamp.
