That night, I had a relatively peaceful night thanks to the warmth of the campfire. Although, as usual, quite a few wild animals roamed around my dwelling at night, they dared not approach the trees because of their fear of my campfire.
The next morning, when I got up, I found that my chest was still a little sore, but it was much better than yesterday.
The campfire had died down, replaced by the fiery sun illuminating the surroundings. I sat on my hammock, eating some dried wild boar meat and wild fruit that I had roasted myself, watching the morning glow. I felt that this scenery was much more beautiful than the artificial landscapes in those AAA-level scenic spots.
Due to my health, I stayed in this area for another three days. I only felt at ease after I had recovered to my previous peak condition.
During this time, my wild boar jerky provided me with a good source of energy, and the wild fruits also served as a good substitute for vegetables, providing me with the vitamins and minerals I needed daily.
Every day I carve a line on a piece of wood. I've been here for almost a week now, since I arrived in this strange place.
I admit that, like most people, I've started to miss the home my sister and I used to live in under these circumstances. It was so ordinary, yet it held so many warm memories.
I don't know how my sister is doing. I don't know if she's doing well, and I don't know if she'll be worried after finding out I'm missing.
Thinking about this, I suddenly felt a strange sadness in my heart. Although I don't know how all this happened, I'm already an unfortunate person, so why does God have to punish someone so miserable?
Does that mean those who commit heinous crimes should continue to do evil and live a carefree life, while people like us who work hard every day deserve to be endlessly exploited?
This is unfair. Why are we all the same people? Why are you showing favoritism when you should be selfless?
"ah!!!"
I screamed hysterically for a while, but I was all alone here, and even if I set the whole forest on fire, no one would care.
I swung the stick at the bushes like a madman, yelling and hacking. The birds on the bushes were so frightened that they flew out of their nests, fearing that I would lose my bestial nature and kill them.
Humans are social animals, and prolonged lack of interaction with others of the same species can generate a lot of dark and negative emotions. After my outburst, I felt my mind was much clearer.
I put down the stick, panting heavily. I knew this was pointless except for wasting my energy. After venting my negative emotions, I calmed down again.
The most urgent thing now is to find a high place as soon as possible to see if I can find any human remains. I desperately need rescue right now; this barbaric life is not what I want.
I put the willow basket back on my back; three days hadn't consumed much of my food. The dried wild boar meat was still heavy, probably because I grew up doing manual labor in the countryside; otherwise, a basket full of food would have been enough to crush me.
Continuing north, the journey ahead proved arduous. Steep cliffs, often tens of meters high, combined with slippery, wet rocks, forced me to take detours.
However, I dared not stray too far from the stream; at least, the sound of the water had to be within my hearing range. I wasn't entirely confident in my ability to orient myself, and losing my way in this treacherous jungle would be a terrible thing.
This river not only means a stable source of food for me, but more importantly, it serves as a good landmark to guide my direction.
If I'm lucky enough to run into a fishing boat, then I'll be completely saved.
I don't think it's cool to go exploring in the jungle like an adventurer. Those people either come with a team and are well-prepared, or they're just tired of living.
The depths of the jungle hold far too many dangers, leaving little room for error for someone with nothing. Not only large wild animals, but even a spider, a scorpion, or a mushroom or berry you don't recognize can easily take your life.
All I want is to survive, leave this hellish place, and find my sister.
If it's not necessary, I would never choose to take any risks, even if it means walking a little further or spending more time.
The road was difficult to walk on, with thorns growing everywhere. I didn't have a knife to clear the way, so I could only use the sharpened stick to push aside the weeds in front of me, and step on the thorns I had cleared to the sides as I walked.
Even so, my calves and arms were still scratched by thorns, leaving several bloody marks.
The weeds were very dense, and I was worried that poisonous insects or something similar might be hiding in them. So I kept tapping the weeds with a stick, carefully observing with every step I took. Along the way, I still managed to kill five or six brightly colored snakes.
I didn't recognize these snakes, but their short, thick bodies and triangular heads were enough to condemn them to death.
In truth, regardless of the type of snake, given my current cautious nature, I would kill it outright. I will not allow any species to threaten my life within my capabilities.
These things would be a hit with outdoor livestreamers. They'd peel them, grill them, and say they have several times the protein of beef, yet taste like chicken.
First of all, I have safer pork jerky, so there's no need to spend time processing that stuff, even though I don't mind using it for barbecue.
Secondly, these things have a lot of bones. Unless it's a large snake weighing seven or eight pounds or more than ten pounds, the energy these things can provide might not even be as much as the energy provided by a piece of pork jerky.
The mountain path was rugged, and I walked very slowly. It took me two whole days to complete this journey, and even then, I estimate I only covered about twenty kilometers.
If this speed were on a road, it would be practically like a tortoise crawling.
Of course, I do hope that a straight road will miraculously appear beneath my feet, and preferably one or two cars will pass by.
However, this idea may only be realized after I fall asleep.
After traversing that difficult, thorny area, my arms, thighs, and calves were covered in bloodstains.
I thought the road ahead would be easier, but why would fate let me have it so easy?
I hadn't walked along a pleasant path for long when a new problem arose. This time, it wasn't the kind of environment I could just make do with in the thorny sections.
Looking at the road ahead, I couldn't help but frown again.
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