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Day 102
It’s clear now that our days are numbered. Whatever’s left of the Hunters Guild refuses to return to the surface, even under blade point. They speak of an expanse of sludge, where everything once beautiful has been reduced to nothing but a putrid slurry, festering and everlasting. Anyone who dares hunt now would be sure to bring back nothing but infection. I suppose the quick mercy of a sword is better than the Rot.
I’ve been staying away from the town for the most part. The Guard is desperately trying to keep some semblance of order amid the famine, but the death throes have already begun. Cannibalism and violence are rampant, with people tearing at whatever scraps of charred bread or rotting meat they can find. Word has it that some are even resorting to eating Rot-stricken animals and people. The thought sickens me to my core.
If I want any chance of survival, I have to leave. There’s an entrance to the tunnel network past the town. With a little luck, I might be able to make my way to Erak. It’s only a few kilometers from here, filled with aristocrats. I’m sure I’ll find food there, even if I have to rip it out of their engorged fingers.
I’ll try to sleep now. Even if only for a little while
It’s clear now that our days are numbered. Whatever’s left of the Hunters Guild refuses to return to the surface, even under blade point. They speak of an expanse of sludge, where everything once beautiful has been reduced to nothing but a putrid slurry, festering and everlasting. Anyone who dares hunt now would be sure to bring back nothing but infection. I suppose the quick mercy of a sword is better than the Rot.
I’ve been staying away from the town for the most part. The Guard is desperately trying to keep some semblance of order amid the famine, but the death throes have already begun. Cannibalism and violence are rampant, with people tearing at whatever scraps of charred bread or rotting meat they can find. Word has it that some are even resorting to eating Rot-stricken animals and people. The thought sickens me to my core.
If I want any chance of survival, I have to leave. There’s an entrance to the tunnel network past the town. With a little luck, I might be able to make my way to Erak. It’s only a few kilometers from here, filled with aristocrats. I’m sure I’ll find food there, even if I have to rip it out of their engorged fingers.
I’ll try to sleep now. Even if only for a little while