12 Do or Die 3

Fully dressed now and fresh, I pulled up the screen where I could take a look at my supplies. Scanning the items in front of me, I felt reasonably fascinated at what I saw. First, there were about a hundred and ten of those six arms; those things were nothing but pests.

I've also collected the murong that had just been slain, the crocodile I'd killed around the initial day, six katrice that looked more like dyed ostriches, and a zwan, which was some type of serpent; it resembled a python, though the horns on its head seemed weird, not to mention its bone spinal cord which doubled as armour to safeguard its twin hearts beneath. Still, it was after all somewhat a snake in the end.

Sigh, I require the location of one of those volcanic seigh because their fur had a natural thermal for the heat, and later would have to prepare for the xank, whose fur would assist me in fending off the chill, though they were extremely swift.

Closing the screen, satisfied with my items, I then collected myself, proceeding forward by jumping from the tree landing on the forest floor with an almost silent, muffled sound. I thought of the many other things that needed to be completed within the allotted time remaining.

Alright, no time to waste. I should head to the volcanic area so I can capture those things before they migrate.

Looking back at the girl, I sighed. "What a pathetic thing," I thought. I tossed her a few chunks of meat and three of my suits followed by four of my helmets, since the suit had a feature that made it able to adjust to the wearer... I'd thought nanotechnology but I threw that thought out, it just didn't seem like it; but I'd have to look it up to be sure.

This girl, her eyes seemed to be filled with vengeance. Various images of her tragic death filled my mind, and I thought to myself, since I had indirectly saved her life, I should retain this meat shield for later use.

So I left her a few words. 

"You should focus on surviving and not vengeance." 

Now my advice was given I thought I should leave, so I did that, not even looking back at the meat shield.

It would take two days to reach the volcanic area if I continued to move at a steady place. I'm sure I'd be able to make it.

Finally, I reached the area, finding a herd of my prey, scrutinizing them for half a day. I finally made my move, killing the first by stabbing right at the back of its head, then tossed it into my storage. This continued on for about six kills before they turned on me. Escaping, I then camped near a river and began to skin my kills.

Careful with it.

Then with a quick motion, I placed the skins to dry out on a large rock using the only shield I had to keep it safe, which was transparent but sturdy.

The shield stretched about five meters in a circular area so I was able to dry three of the coats while I butchered the carcasses. Pulling out a pot I attempted to boil the heads for their nutrients, even if I was inwardly disgusted. I thought to myself that living on was better than dying headstrong.

I watched the pot as I tossed a few herbs and a chunk of rock salt I had crumbled to a size half my thumb. Ah - my poor taste buds.

An hour and a half later I was eating a head, devouring the brain, tongue and eyes while tossing the bones aside, I couldn't eat those and if I could that was, as of right now, my bottom line.

Perhaps in the future when I grew extremely desperate. Anyway, after eating all three, I felt the suns begin to set, so I gathered the now dried skins and shield, heading to a nearby tree.

The bones will attract scavengers, which for me was great. I couldn't ever stop stocking until my reserves were sufficient if I wished to survive in the severe times to come.

I also wished to see what type of scavenger would come, so, climbing a nearby tree, I laid on a thick blue branch for a while, immediately losing interest at the murong that appeared.

With a yawn, I closed my eyes, feeling no need to kill it right now.

Soon I fell asleep, exhausted from two days running without rest. With a sudden jolt, however, I was shaken awake by the roar I heard.

My eyes widened. Just around ten meters below me was a prestrid. It had a body of about five meters in diameter and six in stature. The tree I laid in was about twelve meters, give or take, and I was close to the top.

If I had failed in climbing this high, I was sure that I'd be eaten without even knowing.

Cold sweat accumulated on my back from fear of being eating alive once again and I just froze, looking down at the enormous beast with the pale purple fur eating the murong it had killed.