The searing pain tore through me, and I let out a roar as I swung the hatchet at the python's body with all my strength.
After three heavy chops, the python's body split into two.
The coils that had been crushing me finally loosened.
I shoved the lifeless carcass away with a frustrated kick, my chest heaving with exhaustion. Only then did it hit me: snakes and frogs could still move reflexively even after death.
I slumped onto the ground, pulled off my pants, and inspected the wound.
Two bloody puncture marks stood out on my thigh, courtesy of the python's fangs. Thankfully, it hadn't hit any bones or arteries.
Kayla, who was nearest to me, rushed over, her face pale as she started bandaging my leg.
"Don't bandage it!" I gasped, wincing in pain. "The fabric isn't sterile. It'll only
