Sometimes, Selika Darel would think that all of this was just a dream.
She had only had a very realistic nightmare, and when she woke up from her sleep, everything would be the same as before.
At this moment, hunger was gnawing at her sanity.
The bottom lip she had bitten off had kept Selika Darel from going out scavenging for three days, and she suddenly regretted burying Mike instead of eating him.
When survival lay like a bottomless fissure across the road ahead, who would care about the humanity further away?
I need to eat something...
Selika Darel made up her mind. If she didn't eat, she would die, and rather than die in the basement, she might as well take a gamble...
She stepped onto the staircase, listened quietly behind the door for a few minutes, pushed the basement door and disturbed the silence, walking towards the backyard.
She hoped Mike's body hadn't rotted away...
Pushing open the wooden gate, everything in front of Selika Darel's eyes spelled despair.
