How I wish that what wakes me up is the singing of birds in the early morning, the fragrance of the flower garden outside the door, and the sunshine shining on the bed. Instead of the sea breeze wrapped in cold rain, the smell of smoke from burnt charcoal, and the cold floor that takes away the body temperature.
But no matter what, it's always a good thing to wake up before all that's left of the fireplace and only the bones are eaten by monsters.
I propped up a body that seemed not to belong to me, feeling every piece of flesh and blood in pain. But my mind was unexpectedly clear. Apart from the fact that I still couldn't remember the past, everything that happened in the past few days was still vivid in my mind.
Those charred monsters that could move in the walls and bleed blood as gray as gray might be the monsters watching me outside the longhouse. They followed me to the coastal streets and waited until nightfall to reveal the traces of human figures I saw in the hall as their scouts.
This stone tavern really saved me. If the charred monsters broke through the wall, I wouldn't just collapse from exhaustion, let alone miraculously repel them.
Will they visit again tonight? I don't know, but it is obviously no longer safe here. However, I don't want to leave the comfortable attic in such a gray state, especially after defeating them.
It should be early morning now, I still have a day to hesitate, the first priority is to get food, and this does not conflict with finding a new shelter.
Nothing was left in the charred black shadow. I placed the tin can and wheat grains by the burning fireplace to heat them. I simply cleaned up the attic, picked up the tin can, and ate the remaining old wheat with the warm hot water. .
Before setting off, I picked out two pieces of coal from the fireplace filled with wet coals, burned a corner of them, put them in the oil lamp, took the kitchen knife that was the biggest hero last night, and climbed out of the attic.
I did not move the tables and chairs blocking the entrance, but opened a window and climbed over the window sill to the street.
The cool rain was falling, and I remembered that I had forgotten to bring something to protect me from the rain. But it didn't matter, because I immediately walked into a pub without a signboard adjacent to the shelter.
This simple tavern only has one floor, but it’s not really just one. The wide door and passage leading to the basement indicate that the main part of the tavern is underground, but when I stood at the basement entrance and raised the oil lamp, I could only see two steps down. Deep stagnant water that trembles and ripples.
I don't want to step into this cold, deep pool where monsters lurk, and I won't be able to find what I want in it.
After a brief inspection of the kitchen, I walked out of this "shabby" tavern and continued to explore the adjacent tavern.
This street is almost full of taverns. The collapsed and incomplete signboard of "Black Beauty" blocked the entrance. I got into the tavern through the broken window, hoping to gain something here. I held the "coal lamp" in my left hand and held the kitchen stove in my right hand. Holding the knife, I passed through the hall where the tables and chairs were abandoned, and briefly checked the counter. As expected, there was nothing left in the wine cabinet, but when I opened the drawer, I saw a shilling stuck inside.
After confirming that it could not be completely torn off, I removed my attention and checked the kitchen, guest room, and cellar in sequence.
What was unexpected was the basement wine cellar. Although the calf-deep cold water almost made my feet cramp, when I came to the wine barrel with the ink-black water dripping and shook it, I heard the wine shaking in it, and almost You can imagine delicious red wine or something melting on your tongue.
Unfortunately, even a drunken drunk needs food to satisfy his hunger.
But after hesitating, I left this cold wine cellar and returned to the ground. It is true that I don't hate wine, I even like it a little, but in a world full of dangers, getting yourself drunk will get nothing but false satisfaction.
What really surprised me was a grocery store. Although no food was found in the store, I found a sealed half barrel of kerosene in the basement of the store.
This means that I finally get rid of the simple and dark "coal lamp" and truly have continuous and bright fuel.
The sealed barrel containing kerosene is hidden in the deepest part of the basement, and the handle is tied with a hemp rope. This is why I can still see him.
I put the "coal lamp" next to me, holding the hemp rope with one hand to straighten it, and cutting it with a kitchen knife with the other hand. The water soaked in the hemp rope made it obscure and difficult to cut, so I could only cut the hemp rope bit by bit.
, and then moved the "gas lamp" so that I could see the incision more clearly.
Suddenly, out of complete surprise, I saw a pitch-black monster claw emerging from the edge of the "coal lamp". I was startled at first and found that it was on the same plane as the ground. Then, I subconsciously froze because the pitch-black monster claw appeared on the edge of the "gas lamp".
The claw was extending towards the "coal lamp". While I was still frozen, the tip of the monster's claw touched the "coal lamp".
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The burning coals that couldn't be extinguished by even watering suddenly went out like flames. The darkness and fear that came instantly overwhelmed me. I forgot that I was still holding the kerosene barrel. It was pulled so hard that I staggered and almost fell, but it broke.
The last bit of twine.
Fear made me hold the kerosene barrel like a drowning man holding anything he could touch, and I ran hysterically towards the dim light above the steps.
In the basement where there was only my heavy breathing and screaming, the dark and sticky black shadow rushed with me towards the seemingly endless and distant ground.
I was so drunk that my head was bleeding, but I didn't dare to stop at all. Finally, before the ultimate terror came, I stumbled out of the basement, lying on my back like a fish caught on the beach by the waves, opening and closing its mouth.
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At the basement entrance in front of me, the abominable shadow retreated into darkness.
I don't need a mirror to know how miserable I am at this moment. The heat gushing from my nose is dripping on my clothes, my knees and calf bones are experiencing severe pain, and my scraped arms are stained with dust and starting to ooze blood.
I collapsed on the ground, the back of my head touching the cold floor.
I got injured all over and lost my kitchen knife. I'm afraid today will be another day of hunger.
I patted the kerosene barrel I was holding on my chest.
But it’s not all in vain.
Because I was worried about the monster claws chasing out from the basement, I didn't dare to rest for too long. I climbed up with my broken and exhausted body, and limped towards the shelter.
Returning to the fireplace, which symbolizes safety, I first placed the kerosene bucket next to it, treated the wound, and used a spatula to pry open the kerosene bucket. The smell of kerosene leaving a shadow wafted out. I poured some on the floor, and took out the following.
When the burning stick came closer, the flame suddenly rose. This barrel of kerosene was of excellent quality. It was not affected by moisture or water and could be ignited directly.
I used the soles of my shoes to extinguish the flames and threw the stick back into the fireplace. I drank hot water to warm my body and mind, unwilling to be forced to take a rest before noon.
Looking out the window at the hazy bay with drizzle, I don't want to spend a few hours in hunger and regret... I don't dare to go near Rodster Harbor, but I might be able to pick up some dead fish washed up by the waves on the beach.
, and then make them into all kinds of delicious fish soups that come to mind. I used to be very good at making fish.
I persuaded myself so, gritted my teeth, stood up with my knees wrapped in cloth strips, and left the attic again.