Inside the pitch-black building, several Bone Biter Mice were gnawing a corpse of a three or four meters long python. Their sharp claws had pried the python's scales off, and they scooped out the half rotten flesh inside and ate it with relish.
Dean, who was lying flat, suddenly rushed out.
Whoosh!
Hearing the movement, the mice immediately turned their heads vigilantly and screeched.
Puff! Puff!
Dean stopped, holding a few mice whose skulls he had crushed, and glanced at the python corpse next to him. It had a claw-shaped fatal wound in its head, deep enough that the skull was exposed. Presumably, the python was hurt by another monster, but after fleeing here, it, unfortunately, became the food of its usual prey.
He packed the mice corpses into his backpack and continued to look for other mice.
