Episode 2 | Strong gut

Spaak..!!!

I heard my trap goes off. I walked there and found a very healthy looking hare died on the

spike of my trap. "wait we have this kind of rat here?" I say in my head. Not wasting any time I harvest its bone and intestine. Then I crack the rib bone to a small shard and sharpen its edge with a smooth stone. Carve some hook with a small stone on another end and I made a needle in no time. Next, I cut thin and long the intestine and dried them up in the fire.

Must keep them flexible and dry, continuously dry, and roll them in a stick. In the meantime, I make some dressing from leaf, root, and honey. When all is ready, the last thing I need is good light. It was around 8 in the morning. I was prepared to intensify my pain and choosing to die slowly instead of died from short suffering. My plan is died of old age. I'm not old enough to die.

So here's goes. I bite tight a stick and I unplug the blade and there you go, you got blood faucet. The flow erect along with my moan. I found it funny myself.

Moaning ***** man is not a good sight to see.

Hepfnnnnggg....!! huf...huf...huf...

I press the wound, calm myself down from the pain, and start sewing. Other than cloth, the flesh is easier to sew. Because all the failures are internal for yourself to carry and regret, but now it's literary. Nobody gonna mock my work.

I do my best. I'm not gonna use this skill as my career anyway. Stop telling me what to do. Can you? Shut your so calling goddam mouth. Nobody wanna hear that. Ever consider counseling? The Class workshop is not where personal issues go. Can't go? Too expensive? How about you! Find a better job than a high school skill course teacher! How about that Ms. Melati?! HOW ABOUT THAT?!? as the pain drives me insane and wrongly address my personal conflict.

After the wound sews together I put pasta mix of random leaf I found and honey, then compress them with dressing rope. Cross to my mind to burn the wound but I think it's a bad idea. My wound sure gonna infected so I have small time before the fever kicks in. I'm starting to feel dizzy after all.

I still don't know where am I. All I know is I already in the valley. I looked up a notice that mountain I just hike is gone. All there is a small hill. About 600 meters high. Just notice that all the trees are alien to me. Some may share familiar characteristics. Still green leaf and smell the same. Smell like a tree of course. "all I want is a quiet solo hike."

I need penicillin or I'm

gonna die from an infection. I need my medication box. Being dumbass that I am, I plan to ask nicely my robber. It's not my best idea or what. But I have nowhere to go. This plan has a lower mortality rate than wandering around. Before that, I need to do something. Food is not my main concern right now, that rat I just caught is worth three days of food if I ration them. Clothing on the other hand. I hate to feel the wind

on my skin. The rag from what is left from the surgery is not gonna cut it as simple clothing. The skin rag is about 15cm long, it's too small, even for underwear. *wink.

So I collected all large leaf I could find and craft some rough clothing. Not the best cloth I have ever worn. The friction, oh my god, doesn't feel so good. then I go up the hill. It feels weird that I usually hike. Despite of ***** and barefooted. There's nothing weighing my shoulder. That's it I don't have my backpack. Oh god, I fell unprepared

The smell of fire cross my face, so I scan my surroundings. and there it is, a cloud of black smoke. 2km away. I walk for an hour to closing by. I can't run or else my gut would burst open. When I thought I was at 300m radius I scout around. As stealth as possible. I found a couple of my stuff scattered. That track of my stuff and man's footprint brought me to the fire. and there is a tent in front of a fresh campfire with some cook on top of it. There are three men over there. seems to be talking at each other. I think it's all of them.

One man has a large build and seems to be their youngest. his moves seem like under command of someone, always nervous. Being the youngest makes him always be underestimated. Always be the one to be making fun of. The lack of experience and confidence makes him can't stand for himself. In his eyes enormous desire to be approved. The second one has a long face, his gaze is unsettling. Always looking suspiciously at everything. always scan surrounding but got nothing. His suspicions are all in his head, battling inside him narrowing peers he can trust with. The third one in the one stabs me in the gut. He seems to be charismatic enough to lead a

small group of men. He has a vision in his eyes, looking sharp and picky on choosing his men. This man has initiative. Looking at him holding my beloved axe is very uncomfortable. It cost me a lot of money.

I should have read a lot of books before investing in smithing.

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