i have a shelter.

I Have a Shelter Author:Dargen's Power

brief introduction:

George traveled to the Middle Ages and became a baron.And also inherited the legacy of the god of protection.However, he discovered that the world was not only shrouded in thick fog, but also famine and doomsday awaited him! ...

【The last half of the black bread has been eaten, and if I can't find any food today, I can only walk into the mist with this broken hammer. 】

"I hope today's diary will not be my last words." George put down the pen in his hand, and looked out along the broken wall of the castle bedroom.Outside the mist stirred and the rain poured down.

(Build shelters, train archangels, develop Templars)

0001 Mist

Diary: The Year of the Fog, Autumn, Rain

For some reason, it seems that after I wake up, I can't remember many things clearly.I can't even tell who I am supposed to be.Should I be called Qiao Zhi?Or maybe George is more fluent?

But anyway, 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.Even more miraculously, my wounds healed as well.

Moreover, the fog seemed to dissipate from around the castle overnight.

Although it is still hazy outside the castle wall, I can only see the few houses closest to the castle, but at least I don't have to worry about the ghost screaming of monsters every day...

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

shelter...

I'm sure I'm not dazzled, and that's not a hallucination.Because I can see more than these words...

But this half-collapsed, dilapidated bunker can be called a shelter?

And who is she protecting?

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

I am alone.

This damned bad world...

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

I have eaten the last half of the moldy black bread, and I must get out of this broken castle and find something to eat outside.

I'm so hungry I can't even lift a mace, I hope I don't run into any zombies or wolves.

God bless, don't let today's diary be my last words...

George put down the pen in his hand, scratched his greasy and dirty hair, looked at the rain that was falling harder and harder outside the broken wall of the bedroom, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

This heavy rain is bad, but at least it can cover some sounds and smells.And wolves should not come out to look for food in this rainy day.

hope...

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the weapon at his feet.I seem to be very familiar with this thing, I should have used it a few days ago, because there are still a lot of coagulated blood and white brains on it.

But when I looked at it now, there was an extra line of remarks on it.

A rusty mace

It seemed strange to see such words suddenly appearing in front of him, but he was already getting used to it...

After waking up, he seemed to have inherited some memories of this body, as if the two were himself, making George wonder if he had merged with another self in the parallel plane.

I used to be a salesperson, and I didn't do well.This life seems to be just a little trainee priest. The only thing worthy of praise is that he is the son of a baron.But the territory has been reduced to this field, and I don't know what to do in the future.

Obviously, it didn't start out very well.Now even finding a bite to eat is a problem...

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

After he drank the last half bottle of sour wine on the table, he put on his leather gloves, took his mace and holy scriptures, and walked out of the room.

There are many collapsed places in the castle, and the stone ladder seems to be suspended in mid-air.I don't know what happened a few days ago to make it look like this.

Whenever he passed those gaps, some words appeared in front of his eyes: repairable.But it seems that because of the lack of materials and manpower, the word is gray.

It was windy and windy, and heavy rain kept blowing in through the hole.George withdrew his gaze from those words, touched the water on his face, and walked down the stone stairs.

The family portraits in the corridor have been soaked in water, and there are many black and red handprints and scratches on the walls.I don't know what kind of terrible things they have experienced.

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

If it weren't for the fear of the plague in the dirty water, I would really like to fill my stomach with these crusts.

George swallowed and rubbed his rumbling stomach.He stumbled through the corridor and came to the main hall of the castle.

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

Their heads were all broken, it should be a good thing he did, but he couldn't remember 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 started beating.

If he can't find anything like bread today, I'm afraid he will have to eat meat tonight...

Maybe boiling it would really kill the plague.

With a bang, the side door of the main hall was suddenly blown open by the wind.George's hungry eyes looked towards the door, and walked to the side hall beyond the door.

At this time, half of the auxiliary hall connected to the castle had collapsed.Like a torn cake, there are sundries and rubble that have collapsed everywhere.

The huge gap above the dome is pouring heavy rain inward, and the dark clouds in the sky are like a whirlpool, connected with the mist.

From the gaps in those auxiliary 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 were piled up all over the ground. He could directly see the endless sky outside the castle. of fog.

The heavy rain on the castle side fell into the mist, as if it had been eaten.Maybe it will be the same after people go in.

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

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

George couldn't help feeling thankful to see the few houses that weren't shrouded in fog.Moreover, those people who had been wandering between the ruined wall and the village had all disappeared now.Judging from the muddy footprints on the ground, it seems that they left the range of the shelter with the thick fog.

Although there was no fog near those houses, he didn't know if there would be anything inside, but he couldn't care so much now.

Hungry George raised his hood and walked through the heavy rain.He stumbled through the gravel, walked through the ruins of the school yard, and came to the outside of the ruined wall.

Not far away is the tavern in the territory, and after thinking of the tavern, a fragment of memory suddenly came to mind.

It seems that before I left home to study in St. Willek Cathedral as a trainee priest, I often secretly went to the tavern behind my father's back to look for the wandering warbler.A large silver coin with excellent quality of silver fox can accompany you comfortably all night. Although it is a bit expensive, it is the most heart-beating memory of him when he first fell in love.

There will never be beautiful warblers there now, but there will definitely be food!