A shrill shriek as he turns just in time to smack the thing across the skull with the first aid kit. He drops the backpack as it stumbles back, dropping the kit too to focus on gripping his poker in his hands.

A quick glance behind him and he'll step back, staring the skeleton down, shoulders heaving with how freaked out he is right now. He's not sure- what to do, where to hit, so he just swings at it, aiming to pierce the skull with the hook.