Day 4

fuck... fuck fuck fuck. It ate my hand I'm gonna kill it the giant fucker and eat it and wear it and im gonna enjoy it that little bastard its fucking dead fuck this hurts

I'm gonna kill it, that giant rattipede. It was as big as a boulder and it snuck up on me. Those things are way too quiet, it woke me up when it was ripping up my bag, revealing the crystal, lighting up the place. I punched it in the face, which was a dumb move, its head felt like rock. I startled it at least, because it jumped back, howling. Then it started trying to bite me, so I put my left hand out to stop it, and it pretty much bit right through my wrist, almost severing it. In a blind rage, I shoved my fingers through its eyes, rupturing them both, and it shook its head in pain, ripping off my whole left hand.

Crying from the pain, I quickly applied a tourniquet to the stump and mangled remains, and wrote out the now crossed out section, then I passed out in a puddle of blood.