C16 Long-awaited Home

July 20th.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Vage Village...

Today's weather was gray and gloomy. It felt like... the weather was about to change. Moorer and Ashes carried their spiked maces and machetes as they searched the ruins near Vage Village for something.

Early in the morning yesterday, Moorer and Ashes had already set up all kinds of traps in the ruins to capture animals.

In order to facilitate their escape, they only took a portion of the food when they plundered the can factory last time. In fact, these cans were not even enough for them to eat, especially now that they had an extra mouth. They had to find a new source of food.

These mutated creatures that were running all over the place... seemed like a pretty good food source.

"I say... The strength of your palm was so strong! It's been almost two days, but that girl still hasn't woken up!" Moorer said as he used his spiked mace to flip open the cover in front of him.

"I actually did it according to six hours, but I was too nervous at that time, so I couldn't control it properly. So... I hit it too hard..."

"Alright..." After Moorer cleaned up the cover, he saw that the trap he set up the previous day was still lying there quietly. Even the bait he set up was not touched.

Moorer shook his head in disappointment. The two of them had already checked five traps, and they had all been like this. There was no harvest at all.

There were only three traps left to check... If this continued, they would be starving for the next two days.

When they were checking the sixth trap, they finally had a little "收获".

This was a trap for hunting beasts. When it was activated, its bite force was equivalent to that of a hunting dog. Logically speaking, it should have been able to firmly hold the mutated cockroach or other teeth-bearing animals, but...

There was no rat in the trap, but a huge mutated cockroach, and it was even a female. It had exploded, and its milky white eggs and dark green blood and internal organs splashed all over the ground, making people nauseous.

"... Wuu!" Moorer looked at the scene in front of him and almost vomited. However, he controlled himself. It was a very precious energy loss to vomit now.

"... We can't take this hunting trap..." Ashes said with a frown.

The seventh trap was not activated, and the two of them were even more desperate.

The eighth... Oh! The eighth one finally had a harvest!

This was a hanging rope trap. A pitiful gray mutated field mouse's right hind leg was tightly wrapped, hanging three meters above the ground.

This mouse had been hanging for an entire day, and it was already dead. From its expression, it was filled with anger, fear, and doubt before it died.

This field mouse was much smaller than the one they had killed last time, and it looked like it was still young.

The two of them revealed a happy smile. Ashes cut off the rope with one slash, and Moorer carried the mouse and returned to the camp with Ashes.

In the camp, Payson and Meow were already angry. They were waiting for them to bring the ingredients back with a triangular frame and a pot.

On the night of the 18th, Bella was moved out of the car. Moorer put her down on the wheel and tied her hands to the wheel, then left her alone.

Now, her legs were tied to the frame like a big character. She was still unconscious with her head down. Moorer was a doctor in the past. He checked Bella's condition and confirmed that she was still alive and had already escaped from the deep coma.

She should wake up soon...

Besides that, Moorer also checked her clothes. There was nothing unusual about her when he left.

"Hah..." Moorer chuckled, "I intentionally gave that brat a chance, but he didn't cherish it. Could it be that he didn't like her?"

On the other side, Payson and Meow were holding knives and anxiously surrounding the huge mouse's corpse. Meow was especially anxious. She looked at the huge mouse and drooled. Although she had never caught a mouse before, she loved eating it. However, her claws and teeth were not sharp enough to bite through the mouse's fur.

Payson was still holding the knife and glaring at the mouse. He had never dealt with animal corpses before. In fact, as a junior high student who grew up in the city, he had never seen a real beast, let alone personally dealing with a corpse.

In the end, it was still Ashes who came to resolve the situation. Like an experienced hunter, he used a machete to cut open the mouse's stomach and tore off a large piece of "mammal" meat. He then chopped it into small pieces and threw them into the pot to cook. The rest of the meat and internal organs were cut into strips and hung on the pole on the wall, waiting for the wind to dry them.

This mouse was so big that it was enough for them to eat for a few days.

The small stream near the Vage Village was identified as drinking water by the paper. Now, this pot of mouse soup was cooked using the water there.

The smell of the mouse meat was quickly spread. Meow was lying on the ground and drooling as he smelled the fragrance. Even Moorer could not help but come over to scoop up two pieces.

The meat was finally cooked. Meow did not care if it was hot or not. He scooped up a piece and held it in his mouth before running away.

Moorer and Payson also started. Moorer took out a small knife and picked up a piece to eat.

Honestly speaking, after the mouse meat was cooked, the taste was similar to that of pork. It was delicious with a hint of fishiness. Apart from that, everything else was fine.

However, there was one thing that was not good. It did not have a salty or bland taste.

Meow also dragged the meat back. He placed the meat on the ground and said in disdain:

"It's so bad... There's no taste at all!"

Only when they started cooking did the three of them pat their heads and remember what they had forgotten to search for.

Salt! seasoning! How could they cook without these!

In order not to waste the food, Moorer had no choice but to open a can of meat. The three men and one cat barely managed to eat the meal with the salty smell of the can.

Bella had already broken out of her deep coma. Her current state was considered as a shallow sleep. She had been hungry for two days, and now that she smelled the fragrance of the cooked meat, she finally woke up.

"It's so fragrant..." Bella smelled the smell of the meat and opened her eyes in a daze. Moorer noticed this situation and asked Payson to send some food to Bella.

"Why do you want me to go? I don't want to get close to her!" Payson said unhappily. It seemed that he really had no interest in Bella.

"Among the four of us, only you and Meow can get close to her. If the two of us go, she won't bite us. Do you want a cat to deliver food to her?"

Payson shrugged and used a knife to cut two large pieces of rat meat from the pot. He placed them in the can that was left over, scooped up a spoonful of soup and poured it into the can, then walked towards Bella.

In her blurry vision, Bella saw a familiar figure carrying a box that was emitting a fragrant smell as it walked towards her.

"Oh... My little prince... You finally thought it through and came to me?" Bella said in a daze. She had not completely woken up yet.

"Don't think too much, woman!" Payson shouted sternly, "I don't have any thoughts towards you! It's just that your face reminds me of someone..."