In the middle of nowhere, standing in front of me a huge monster with only one eye on his head. It's fat, slimey, and most importantly, looks so angry at me. I'm wearing a white bed dress with, fortunately, some black leggings and hiking-style shoes that can make me move freely. Probably I'm sleepwalking again, Sigh... I'm in my fight position, taking out a little dagger that I always bring on my right leg. I glare at it. Ready to fight.

It screams and runs towards me! I firm my fists, thou they're shaking. It raises both of its hands and tries to nail me like one big hammer. But I dodge quickly. It keeps trying to hit me and I'm also trying hard to avoid them. It's exhausting. I let it attacks me and wait for a good chance. I'm still not really sure how to beat this thing. At one moment, finally, he successfully punches me on the face. I'm thrown so far to the ground. It hurts so much. Sooooo much but I get my face up as fast as possible, glaring at it again to show them that I'm not losing yet. It looks so angry. Is it just hungry or what? But I think it's better to make it even obsessed to kill me.

I scream. Challenging it bravely. It screams back with its lion-like majestic roar. I find a rock near me and I throw it at his face. I stand up confidently and walks toward him. He runs and attacks. Then we're involved in hand-to-hand combat. I'm surprisingly pretty good at this. I think it's related to my childhood when I practiced basic martial arts. That moment I feel I can counteract it, it smashes my right hand so hard that my dagger is thrown far away. "Oh no..." I try not to lose confidence and attack it even more wildly. I jump on its 3 feet tall body, lands on its chest, trying to knock it down but it's not effective. It throws me to the ground again. Bam!!! I fall near its feet. "Aaaarghhhh!!!" I yell so hard. I think I just break some bones inside. I'm so dying. This is it...

I'm curling in pain but still trying to look at its face. I can't do many things at this point. I glare at it and spit on one of its feet. It gets so mad, haha! When it's about to kick me with its other foot, I quickly take out my other dagger that I hide this all time on my left leg. I stab its left foot until its lose balance and falls down. I stab my dagger deeper, to make it busy with the pain, before running to get my thrown previous dagger. I take it and as fast as possible and come back and stabs it on its left peck, under its ribs, exactly where its heart lies. I don't know why I know that so accurately but what's more important is: It's in pain. Randomly punching the air. It tries to fight me back but I know it's useless. It's already bleeding so much. I already walked a few steps back so it couldn't hurt me anymore. I watch it dying until it really does.

I take that one dagger on its foot carefully and makes a second stab on its throat. So it can't breathe. I win. I survive...

(to be continued?)