The sun was just about setting when my eyes started to clear and I gained control over my body. I still felt tired, in more ways than one… This lethargy doesn’t seem like it would go soon but at least I can move.Luckily nothing came after in the hours of ‘rest’—if you can call it that, my thinking process might have been slowed but it was active the whole time adding to the mental stress—as I was paralyzed. Otherwise, efforts wasted, I’d be done for, for real.… I’ll just head for one the dorm rooms and barricade myself in for some rest.I stood myself up… I looked down and saw the scythe still there.I’m a little conflicted. I was once told by Amara that there were only a select few who could touch the and like, let alone a mortal. My conclusion is that I was giving permission to do so. But I’m not a fool to shift the blame on me being tired before handling it and ended like that. This thing was the cause. True I may have passed out if I managed to somehow deal with the beast from ti

My luck’s been so great after waking up, first of all I didn’t die after finding myself in this new world and now meeting a familiar face immediately after coming into this placeI don’t see myself able to get close with this much crowd. It would be nice if I could meet her though. She should be able to tell me what happened.She really looks different, like she’s gone through so much.The crowd seem pretty excited. She must be famous among them being at the forefront. I hide behind one for the thatched huts. Don’t want to get spotted by her, she’d be panicked to find someone who should be dead, alive. Can’t have her thinking she’s been haunted by ghosts or something.I follow procession using the buildings and wall of crowd as cover. As guessed, they dismantled and distributed the meat to the people. It looked like this was just one of many groups as when the ones they had was finished another came onto the table. Again she stood on her feet distributing to the people. This should b

It should be Three in the morning if my internal clock isn’t rock. The witching hour. There’s no witching to be done in the post-apocalypse. Or is there? I’ve only had a couple of days out here and know absolutely nothing. “Ugh.” Even thinking is a problem, lugging the weight over my shoulder. It’s smaller than the ones I caught earlier but it’s real heavy. Each step was crushing. My destination: The witch looking old lady. Walking through the thatched huts and tents the place was eerily silent and lonely. But I didn’t feel the loneliness where you’d feel like someone or something would reach out from the darkness at anytime and grab you, rather there was some distant—vague feeling of people around. Come to think of it: what is the price of a life in this end times? And would this monster corpse be enough to pay of the price of saving the Trog’s life with the witch’s evil-looking potion? It took a while but I made it. A knock late I let the beast on my shoulder drop with a thud,

The first night after being cooked in boiling water—blood, I saw its effects. The speed and power increase. It breaks past the limits of your current self, even if it’s only a little improvements, my body left tight and robust.If people of our time knew about this, they’d rush in droves to get some without hesitation.…Right.Survival trivia:If you must know how they deal with the water problem. They had secured a reservoir and other containers around the place, rationing it along with the daily hunts. It’s not much considering this sweltering heat which calls for constant rehydration, but there’s nothing you can do than survive with the little you got. —Well there’s the option of plundering from others, as long as you don’t get caught or deal with an witness. And that is something that seems to happen around here.How do they deal with the refiling? Well from what I know they made sure to collect the rare yet occasional rains which somehow still fall. If you ask me, things like th

[A/N: About half of this was part of the previous chapter/ Please go through the latter half] It began slow at first but soon she got passionate, like her body was reacting to something she had yearned for, for so long. I pulled her in closer.I didn’t have any top on so she could only wrap her arms around my neck leaving me to undo her buttons. Her lips never left mine as I worked to free her trapped bust. She was just right. I’m not one to like ‘em big or small, but in the middle, maybe a tad big than that average, just like how she was.I cupped a breast feeling it’s soft, sinking goodness in my hand. Breaking off I traced her neck, kissing all the way the cherry which sat perfectly on her mound taking it into my mouth, sucking on it.“Ah…” Her moans were soft, afraid to let it out. Her hand found my buckle as I undid her with a hand, slowly sinking into the mood.Gently lean her backward until her back touched the bed.On my knees I pulled off her pants and underwear, feasting on