Kenopsia - Chapter 68: Chapter 68
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"Why are we doing this?"
"Safety." I replied to the child.
I wish I knew how to use those farmers scythes because cutting the wheat with the big garden shears was much longer, I remember videos of people going so fast with those.
I finally got round to giving a day or two to cut part of the wheat forest on the left side of the town and for many reasons, not only did I know how to make basic bread because of an elderly man that had lost his mind but I long realized if it caught fire my town would burn with it so no fuel for fire equals the fire not reaching my town, plus the grains can also be chicken food.
The plan was, since we had rope, to cut out some DIY bails of wheat, like tying bundles together and store them in a nearby building as a storage point, even if it is dangerous moving around the city for everything constantly as long as it is not secured it can still help with moral, humans get bored and depressed too easily with an unchanging world, I need to bring change into our own.
I dropped the shears as I gathered the wheat up, they grew so high in four years, dragging them to a bored child who was tying them up, we have so much to do still.
I already brought change to my life in this hell and had much to do but boredom was still a danger, I had my habits: rewinding my watch on each morning, feeding the chickens, watering and checking the garden, feeding Whiskers and the fishes, checking the area around the school and killing any husks that got too close but now there were those changes that spiced up the day tho some might be dull like checking the mushrooms out, trying to fish for a fish, Jasmine checking the rat traps in the sewers I still didn't like her to go in alone, checking the DIY bird traps and the mouse traps in buildings.... Things that didn't happen each day.
I snapped my head up when I heard a caw and looked at the raven, my hand moved faster then anything, shooting my gun at the bird.
I missed, I still don't do good with such small targets.
The sweat from working until the mid-day's sun was turned cold on my back.
laughter was what made me look away.
"What do you have against birds?" Jasmine laughed, rubbing the sweat off her face but putting dirt on there because of her messy hands, sitting on the ground to work.
"I just don't like ravens or craws, they are too similar to risk it."
"Andie is scared of birds~"
"Jasmine stop."
"Aw what did a little birdy do to you that you hate them?"
"I neglected burning corpses and one of those scavenger birds ate from of that shit and turned into a flesh wanting monstrous husk bird that I almost got caught by, is that reason enough to not like birds?!" I huffed. "Now is it?"
"Animals can get infected?" She said instead of answering tho I didn't expect anything else.
"Many animals can smell disease and already avoid humans so only does that eat corpses and that are hungry are a danger, I only saw one animal affected and it was that bird that one time, now I always burn the corpses." Saying this now, I should have used the microscope I brought home years ago to check the birdy's blood to see if the virus reacted the same way in its blood and the human one... You are slow Andy...
"Oh..."
"So if an animal runs at you, looking not normal in any way, you run too, try to get to high rounds or hide, anywhere they can't get you."
"Alright."
I got back to cutting down the wheat with these slow-ass shears but it was getting stuff done. I can almost already taste the bread, all I need it already in my grasp: water, flour, yeast, salt and sugar... It will be a milkless bread but we could get a dough with just water and flour, might not be good but still.
Mmmmmh.... Our bread, some of the lettuce growing, maybe an onion, some birdy or fish meat, heck even rat or something in the traps, some spices from the sealed stores.... we could make a sandwich.
"Hey?" I was brought out of thoughts by her voice, I shouldn't be making myself hungry, despite it all food is never a certain recourse, tall park has still not had been seeded with food to grow.
"Yeah?" I asked the child.
"Sorry for the bird comment..."
"It's fine, I know how stupid it might seem but trust me, I know my stuff, I faced death many more times then you did and will many more in the years to come but hey, I am still here."
"Alright."
"Don't feel bad."
"I won't."
"Good... Now get back to work."
"No fun."
"Safety." I replied to the child.
I wish I knew how to use those farmers scythes because cutting the wheat with the big garden shears was much longer, I remember videos of people going so fast with those.
I finally got round to giving a day or two to cut part of the wheat forest on the left side of the town and for many reasons, not only did I know how to make basic bread because of an elderly man that had lost his mind but I long realized if it caught fire my town would burn with it so no fuel for fire equals the fire not reaching my town, plus the grains can also be chicken food.
The plan was, since we had rope, to cut out some DIY bails of wheat, like tying bundles together and store them in a nearby building as a storage point, even if it is dangerous moving around the city for everything constantly as long as it is not secured it can still help with moral, humans get bored and depressed too easily with an unchanging world, I need to bring change into our own.
I dropped the shears as I gathered the wheat up, they grew so high in four years, dragging them to a bored child who was tying them up, we have so much to do still.
I already brought change to my life in this hell and had much to do but boredom was still a danger, I had my habits: rewinding my watch on each morning, feeding the chickens, watering and checking the garden, feeding Whiskers and the fishes, checking the area around the school and killing any husks that got too close but now there were those changes that spiced up the day tho some might be dull like checking the mushrooms out, trying to fish for a fish, Jasmine checking the rat traps in the sewers I still didn't like her to go in alone, checking the DIY bird traps and the mouse traps in buildings.... Things that didn't happen each day.
I snapped my head up when I heard a caw and looked at the raven, my hand moved faster then anything, shooting my gun at the bird.
I missed, I still don't do good with such small targets.
The sweat from working until the mid-day's sun was turned cold on my back.
laughter was what made me look away.
"What do you have against birds?" Jasmine laughed, rubbing the sweat off her face but putting dirt on there because of her messy hands, sitting on the ground to work.
"I just don't like ravens or craws, they are too similar to risk it."
"Andie is scared of birds~"
"Jasmine stop."
"Aw what did a little birdy do to you that you hate them?"
"I neglected burning corpses and one of those scavenger birds ate from of that shit and turned into a flesh wanting monstrous husk bird that I almost got caught by, is that reason enough to not like birds?!" I huffed. "Now is it?"
"Animals can get infected?" She said instead of answering tho I didn't expect anything else.
"Many animals can smell disease and already avoid humans so only does that eat corpses and that are hungry are a danger, I only saw one animal affected and it was that bird that one time, now I always burn the corpses." Saying this now, I should have used the microscope I brought home years ago to check the birdy's blood to see if the virus reacted the same way in its blood and the human one... You are slow Andy...
"Oh..."
"So if an animal runs at you, looking not normal in any way, you run too, try to get to high rounds or hide, anywhere they can't get you."
"Alright."
I got back to cutting down the wheat with these slow-ass shears but it was getting stuff done. I can almost already taste the bread, all I need it already in my grasp: water, flour, yeast, salt and sugar... It will be a milkless bread but we could get a dough with just water and flour, might not be good but still.
Mmmmmh.... Our bread, some of the lettuce growing, maybe an onion, some birdy or fish meat, heck even rat or something in the traps, some spices from the sealed stores.... we could make a sandwich.
"Hey?" I was brought out of thoughts by her voice, I shouldn't be making myself hungry, despite it all food is never a certain recourse, tall park has still not had been seeded with food to grow.
"Yeah?" I asked the child.
"Sorry for the bird comment..."
"It's fine, I know how stupid it might seem but trust me, I know my stuff, I faced death many more times then you did and will many more in the years to come but hey, I am still here."
"Alright."
"Don't feel bad."
"I won't."
"Good... Now get back to work."
"No fun."
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