i have a shelter.

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

Although there was no fog here, George still couldn't see too far in the heavy rain.He could only quicken his pace according to his own impression.Finally, after a short while, a somewhat crude-looking building appeared in front of his eyes.

A line of tattered gray characters appeared in front of my eyes, and a tavern with rain everywhere

It really fits the title.George looked around and found that there was no strange figure, so he clenched the hammer in his hand and strode into the room in two strides.

At first glance, there was no one inside, but the faint smell of blood still made George a little nervous.After closing the door, there was a loud sound from inside.This couldn't help but make his heart beat wildly.

Now he can deal with one zombie at most, if he meets a wolf or some other monster, he will die.

The tavern creaked in the wind and rain, and there was a flash of lightning. George, who was stiff all over, glanced towards the door of the storage room and saw a long and fleeting shadow.

If he didn't care about it, he was going crazy with hunger, so even if he was going to die now, he would still be a hungry ghost! !

0002 Dangerous

He rushed directly to the fire pit in the middle of the tavern and rummaged around. However, although there was soup in the cauldron, it had rotted and was covered with green hairs.And even some rotten food scattered on the ground has been drenched by rain, and it is impossible to tell what it is.Couldn't eat it at all.

There was a patter of rain, and there were a few more knocks from the door, and there were bursts of hissing and low growls. George glanced over there, then got into the back of the bar and rummaged.

Finally, in an urn, he found a dried black sausage.The black sausage wasn't rotten and moldy, but it had a lot of tooth marks, which should have been eaten by mice.When I took it out, there were still a few cockroaches lying on it.

After getting rid of those two damn bugs, George stuffed the whole sausage into his mouth and gobbled it up, almost choking himself to death in happiness.It wasn't until he found a bottle of wine in the wine cabinet in a panic, tore off the sealing wax and wrappings, and after taking a few sips, he suddenly let out a breath.

Ah, so much more comfortable...

At this moment, George felt as if he had regained his life.

After having something in his stomach, George felt a little more strength in his body, and he also had the mind to think about other things.

There was a sound in that room all the time, but nothing rushed out.This made him feel a little curious.

Patting his three-point full stomach, George still felt very hungry. He picked up the hammer in one hand and the wine bottle in the other, and walked over there.

The room that has been making noise is actually the storage room and kitchen of the tavern.He remembered that there was a fireplace in the innermost, and down the stairs was the cellar.But now the things inside are scattered all over the place, and a thin figure is stuck between those overturned cabinets.

Like a refugee crushed in an earthquake.

Near it, there were a few puddles of black blood, which should also belong to zombies.It seemed that it wasn't the only zombie here, but after the fog cleared, even the zombie with insensitive legs crawled away, leaving it alone here.

The human approach made the zombie even more insane. It pushed a chair on its upper body and almost jumped at it.But the cupboard on which the lower half of the body was pressed prevented it from succeeding.Can only show its teeth and claws in place.

George raised his head to look at the dead face, and a fragment of memory came to mind, causing him to shout in surprise.

"Little John?!" George blurted out.

Little John was actually only a few years younger than George.And there is a small letter in front of the name, just because he is the son of Old John.And the father and son are the owners of the tavern.

The zombie obviously didn't recognize him, and it wasn't interested in the food scattered on the ground. It seemed that it only wanted to eat this man.After George made a sound, it shook its body crazily, almost lifting the heavy cabinet on it.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, George couldn't help but sighed.

This Mr. Zombie seems to be his childhood playmate, and also served as his knight attendant, which is equivalent to the relationship of being a child or even worshiping a brother.

"Hey, I haven't been back for so many years. I didn't expect you to grow so tall. I remember you used to walk around behind my buttocks when I was a child..." After finishing speaking, George took a sip of wine. He saw Little John's pair of The eyes that had turned into ice blue couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Fuck you!"

The hammer slammed the broken little John's cervical spine, the zombie's body twitched twice, its mouth creaked twice, and then it stopped moving again.

Looking at this completely rotten childhood playmate, George wiped away the tears on his face, exhaled deeply, and took another gulp of wine, feeling the hammer of cursing and anger, making him He was all at ease.

Although, this does not conform to the grammar here at all, and the pastor should not curse people casually.

Putting away the mace, George's eyes that were already green with hunger looked at the black bread and black sausage on the ground, squatting there and gobbling it up.

The dry and hard black bread made his teeth sour, as if he was gnawing on hard wood.And the dried black sausage was also frighteningly salty, but George seemed to be tasting the delicacy of the world.

After filling his belly, George felt the flustered feeling in his chest finally completely disappeared.He knows that the food has not actually been digested and the nutrients have not entered the body.But having a full belly gave him a great sense of security and happiness.

After taking a breath of relief, George came to John's side and rummaged in his pockets.Little John has always been in charge of the tavern's accounts, and he must have something and a key with him.

"Little John, don't blame me, you can rest here first. Brother, I don't know how long I can live now. If I don't die tomorrow, I will find time to bury it for you."

Now he really doesn't have the mood and energy to do anything else, he is cold and tired now.

After rummaging through to find the key and the money bag, George looked at the money bag and became slightly dazed.

The money should still be useful. St. Vermick's Cathedral is in the south. According to his diary, it has not been affected by the disaster.Currency should still work.

At least it's okay to fool the ignorant guys. In this era, common people have never been out of the territory in their lives, and in the midst of wars and disasters, capable people are willing to collect gold and silver.

Thinking of this, he picked up everything and put the food on the ground into a linen bag.Head towards the fire pit in the tavern.

He didn't want to go to the cellar yet, for he was afraid that he would feel despair when he saw the situation there.Because there is usually only wine in it.So give yourself some thought first.

In addition to black sausage and black bread, there were many potatoes and sweet potatoes in this big bag, which was enough for him to eat for ten or eight days.So, he decided to go to other houses after the torrential rain stopped.

There are indications that the sanctuary is indeed safe.Those monsters didn't seem to like stepping into places where the mist wasn't there.

But it's possible to just not like it...

After dragging the bag back to the main hall, George, feeling a little tired, took some firewood and lit the fire pit in the middle.

After sitting in the chair, he warmed up by the fire, listening to the heavy rain outside and the light rain in the house, he felt a little bit of happiness in his warm body.

Shaking his head and laughing at himself, he couldn't help feeling confused as he looked at the crackling firewood in the fire pit in front of him.

Yes, now what to do?

Just when he was in a daze, a line of words suddenly appeared in the fire: You recovered the tavern in the shelter...

George was a little surprised that the words seemed to have appeared after the fire pit had been lit.Immediately afterwards, without waiting for him to think about it, a few lines of words emerged from the fire.

You've recovered the first building in your shelter, but unbeknownst to you, there's actually a good thing hiding under the fire pit...

Your shelter already has a tavern, the fire pit in the tavern is warm, and it's raining heavily today.Perhaps, it will attract some lost adventurers, but you may need to count on the gods.

Hurry up and recruit your first followers, let them help you guard and build shelters.And from these followers of various talents, you will also be able to learn more.

At present, followers can be recruited: 1 How many people do you want to recruit in this dilapidated tavern?

After seeing these words, George almost fell over the chair and into the fire.Accidentally knocked all the potatoes in the bag into the fire pit.

He didn't have the heart to worry about it. At this moment, only this word flashed in his head: Farming?

What does this word mean?Why did I suddenly feel a sense of hope? !