I have a shelter

[Diary: Foggy Year, Autumn, Rain

For some reason, it seems that I can’t remember many things after I woke up. I can’t even tell who I am. Should I be called Qiao Zhi? Or is George more catchy?

But no matter what, my prayers were finally answered by God. Not only did I not die from the infection after the wound rotted and turned into a zombie. What’s more miraculous is that my wounds healed.

Moreover, the fog seemed to have dissipated from around the castle overnight.

Although it was still hazy outside the castle wall, I could only see the few houses closest to the castle, but at least I didn’t have to worry about the monsters’ screams every day.

But why are there a few more words on my castle?

‘Shelter’

I’m sure I’m not dazzled, and it’s not an illusion. Because I can see more than these words

But this half-collapsed, shabby earthen fortress can be called a shelter?

Who does it shelter?

My people have died, fled, and my father is gone. Who does this shelter shelter?

I’m the only one left.

This damned and awful world

But I still have to live, I don't want to die. At least I don't want to starve to death.

The last half piece of moldy black bread has been eaten by me, I must walk out of this broken castle and find something to eat outside.

I am so hungry that I can hardly lift the hammer, I hope I won't run into those zombies or wild wolves.

May God bless me, don't let today's diary become my last words]

George put down the pen in his hand, scratched his greasy and dirty hair, looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside the broken wall of the bedroom, and his eyes gradually focused.

Although this heavy rain is terrible, it can at least cover up some sounds and smells. And wolves should not come out to forage on such rainy days.

I hope so

He retracted his gaze and looked at the weapon at his feet. He seemed to be very familiar with this thing. He should have used it a few days ago, because there was still a lot of coagulated blood and white brain matter on it.

But when he looked at it now, there was an extra line of notes on it.

[A rusty hammer]

Such words suddenly appeared in front of him. Although it seemed very strange, he had already gotten used to it.

After waking up, he seemed to have inherited some memories of this body, as if both of them were himself, which made George wonder if he had merged with another self in a parallel plane.

He used to be a salesman, and he was not doing very well. In this life, he seemed to be just a small apprentice priest-the only thing worth mentioning was that he was the son of a baron. But the territory has fallen to this field, and I don’t know what to do in the future.

Obviously, this is not a good start. Now even finding a bite to eat has become a problem

George shook his head and stopped thinking about it. The only thing he wanted to do now was to eat.

After drinking the last half bottle of sour wine on the table, he put on his leather gloves, took his hammer and holy book, and walked out of the room.

There are many collapsed places in the castle, and the stone stairs seem to be suspended in the air. I don’t know what happened in the past few days to make it look like this.

Every time he passed those gaps, some more words would appear in front of him: [Repairable]. But it seems that due to the lack of materials and manpower, the words are gray.

It was windy and rainy, and heavy rain kept blowing in through the hole. George retracted his gaze from the words, wiped the water off his face, and walked down the stone stairs.

The family portraits in the corridor had been soaked and rotten, and there were many black and red handprints and scratches on the walls. I don’t know what terrible things they have experienced.

The water on the ground almost reached George’s calves, and the carpet under his feet was like a soaked bread crust, wrapped around his ankles.

‘If I wasn’t afraid that this dirty water would carry the plague, I really wanted to fill my stomach with these ‘bread crusts’. ’

George swallowed his saliva and touched his rumbling stomach. He staggered through the corridor and came to the main hall of the castle.

A faint smell of blood and stench came into his nose, and several corpses were scattered in the main hall.

Their heads were all broken, which should be their own good deeds, but he couldn’t remember it clearly.

It seems that he still has some strength.

Looking at these corpses, George's eyes turned green, and the big drum in his stomach began to beat.

If he couldn't find bread or something like that today, he would have to eat meat tonight.

'Maybe cooking it can really kill the plague. '

With a rustling sound, the side door of the main hall was suddenly blown open by the wind. George looked towards the door with his hungry eyes and walked towards the side hall on the other side of the door.

At this time, the side hall connected to the castle had collapsed in half. Like a torn cake, there were collapsed debris and rubble everywhere.

The huge gap on the dome was pouring heavy rain inward, and the dark clouds in the sky were like a vortex, connected to the fog.

From the gaps in the side halls, looking towards the north square of the castle, he could see that the main gate and the city wall of the castle on the north side had completely collapsed, and the broken walls and ruins were piled all over the ground, and the endless fog outside the castle could be seen directly.

The heavy rain on this side of the castle fell into the fog, as if it was eaten. Maybe it would be the same after people went in.

Only the south side of the deputy hall was not shrouded in fog.

The parade ground and the wall on the south side were also in ruins, as if they had been run over by a huge tank. His eyes passed through the ruins and continued to look out, and he saw the houses in the village next to the south side of the castle.

Seeing the few houses that were not shrouded in fog, George couldn't help but feel thankful. And those "people" who had been wandering between the ruins and the village have now disappeared. Judging from the muddy footprints on the ground, it seems that they left the scope of the shelter with the fog.

Although there was no fog near those houses, it was unknown whether there would be anything inside, but he couldn't care so much now.

Hungry George lifted his hood and walked through the heavy rain. He stumbled through the rubble, walked through the ruins of the parade ground, and came to the outside of the ruins.

Not far away was the tavern in the territory, and after thinking of the tavern, a fragment of memory suddenly emerged in his mind.

It seemed that before he left home to study at the "Saint. Wileck Cathedral" as an apprentice priest, he often secretly went to the tavern to find "prostitutes" without his father's knowledge. A ‘silver fox’ (a large silver coin with fine texture) can accompany you comfortably for a night. Although it is a bit expensive, it is another heart-beating memory for him who is just beginning to fall in love.

There will never be beautiful prostitutes there now, but there must be food!

Thinking of this, George couldn't help but feel even hungrier.

Although there is no fog here, George still can't see too far in the heavy rain. He can only speed up his pace according to his impression. Finally, after a while, a building that looks a bit simple appeared in front of him.

A line of gray words appeared in front of him [a tattered tavern with leaks everywhere]

‘It really fits this title.’ George looked around and found that there was no strange figure, so he clenched the hammer in his hand and took two big steps into the room.

At first glance, there was no one in it, but the faint smell of blood still made George a little nervous. And after closing the door, there was a sound of noise coming from the inner room. This made his heart beat wildly.

He could only deal with one zombie at most. If he encountered a wolf or some other monster, he would be dead.

The tavern creaked in the wind and rain. Lightning flashed. George, who was stiff all over, looked at the door of the storage room and saw a long shadow disappear in an instant.

He didn't care about it. He was almost going crazy with hunger. So, even if he was going to die now, he wanted to die with a full stomach! !

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