Nora placed a blue fruit in the bowl and hid

Nora quickly unpacked the blue fruit she picked up before and placed it in the bowl. She heard the footsteps from the corridor getting nearer. She scanned the room for somewhere to hide; underneath the table would do fine.

A pair of feet came into view, gnarled, muscled, mottled with white fur and dyed red with blood. Each toe had a mean looking claw on the tip of it. It was unfortunate that the morlok was not wearing clothes, as his sizeable dong swayed side to side with each movement, and threatened to hit Nora in the face. It reeked of sweat and blood and there was a faint fishy smell; she was unsure if it was just unwashed dick smell, or if an actual fish was involved. There was a pause as the morlok picked up the cleaver, but then placed it down again a moment later. The morlok made a curious sound. No doubt he noticed the fruit left on his table. Nora couldn't see from under the table, and all she heard were squelching sounds. A few blue droplets dripped to the ground. A few moments passed.

...Then suddenly, without warning, the morlok slammed his body against the table. Nora yelped. The body along with the cleaver slumped to the floor with a heavy thud, the half eaten fruit clasped in his palm. Drool poured from its toothy maw, and occasionally one of his limbs would twitch, all of the morloks white hairs standing on end before slowly, gently, flattening and relaxing. Its eyes, even more milky and vacant than usual, were unmoving and lifeless. If it wasn't for the occasional breath, one could think it was dead. Nora was glad that this morlok was out cold; if she had to fight this sizeable monstrosity she wouldn't be so sure she would be able to win.

To the victor the spoils! With the morlok out of the picture, Nora picked up the heavy cleaver. Its too heavy and cumbersome for her to wield it as a weapon, but it could come in handy at some point.