Allistor leaped from the bottom step, turned the spear and swung it like a club down onto the thing’s skull.  The blow pushed its head underwater, stunning it briefly.  That was all Allistor needed.  He reversed the spear again and drove the point down into its neck right below its left ear.  Using his weight, he pressed down, pushing the point deeper into its flesh and holding its head below the water.  “This is for my mom!” he growled at the creature as he pressed downward.

The canid thrashed weakly, concussed, losing blood and unable to breathe.  Allistor held it in place until it stopped moving altogether and a green +3000 flashed on his interface.   He also got a notification that he’d increased his blunt weapon skill by one point.

Breathing hard, he tried his best to be still and listen for any other mobs above.  Canids were known to move in packs. He looked down at himself as he listened.  His legs and belly were bleeding profusely from dozens of long scratches.  A blood stain was pooling around him, his blood mingling with that of the canid.

After half a minute with no sounds from above, he bent to loot the wolf.  He received thirty klax, a wolf pelt, four pieces of canid meat, and a set a canid fangs.

Unsure how to stop the bleeding, he sat down on one of the steps and began ripping his already tattered shirt into strips.  He tied several of them around his legs over the top of the scratches, trying to restrict the blood loss.  By the time he was done, his health bar was down to sixty percent, still ticking downward due to the bleed debuff, and he was starting to feel weak.  He pulled a piece of jerky from his bag and took a few bites.   Allistor hoped this new Earth was like his games, and eating would heal him more quickly.

After ten minutes, he felt better.  Though his makeshift bandages were soaked through, he didn’t see any blood dripping anymore.  Bending to lift just the bundle of weapons, he walked it to the top of the stairs before returning to retrieve the chest of ammo.   Back on the ground level, he set the bundle atop the chest and lifted both, walking slowly out to the trailer.  When they were securely stowed, he took some time to look around again.  He noticed as he stood there that his health bar was moving slowly back toward full on its own.  He was now at eighty percent health.

Where the garage used to be, he found the chest freezer they stored their meat and ice cream in.  It was still closed and latched, though one side was dented.  It had been a full day since the power went out, but Allistor figured if the freezer had remained closed, the meat inside should still be good.  Opening it, he quickly pulled out the melted canisters of ice cream.  A few pokes at the meat on top showed it to still be mostly frozen.  He closed and latched the freezer.