The Isolated Island (13)

The night was silent and all the creatures slept fitfully, at this moment, a coughing sound came from the sole house on the hill, and someone woke up, seeming to get out of bed.

Zhao Yuan coughed lowly, held his bladder, and thought of the wooden urinal in the thatched hut, his eyelids jumping. If he wanted to relieve himself, he could not do so in the house, he had to go to the thatched hut.

However, he had seen enough horror movies to know, that the first night was the most dangerous but he didn't feel as if his bladder could stand the tossing.

After a while, the door of the room creaked open, and Zhao Yuan came out with a kerosene lamp, coughing and hurriedly walking towards the thatched hut. The hut was outside the back door, and Zhao Yuan had to pass through the back where the rainwater tanks were to get there, the house was pitch-dark inside, and the kerosene lamp could barely illuminate his path.