Freak out and jump away from the body

"Holy shit!" Seth exclaimed pushing away from the body.

He frantically pushed back then cried out again as his hand slipped against a blade, cutting the palm of his hand.

"Fuck!" he cried out as he grabbed the injury. The cut wasn't too deep, but it was painful. Much more painful than it should have been for such a minor cut. It was agonizing.

For an unknown amount of time he sat curled up in a ball, holding his hand whimpering to himself, but eventually the unnatural pain faded, leaving him more than a little discomforted by this all too creepy place. After all, here he was, sitting next to a corpse after spending so much time curled up like a bitch from such a small cut.

Slowly he sat up and looked at the offending blade. Much to his surprise, he could clearly see it in the darkness. It was a kris style knife, forged from dark steel and mounted to a snake shaped pommel. In the snakes mouth was a small purple glowing gem.

Slowly he reached over and took up the knife. The hilt was warm, and there almost pleasant sensation coming from it. For a moment he wondered what it was. It was like something he could reach out and touch with his mind, something inviting.