Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse - Werewolf Survival in Apocalypse chapter 134

Lair of Young Werewolves (5)

Actually, Winter didn’t know much about survival skills.

Because.

In his previous life, he wasn’t a seasoned survivor who survived that long.

‘Yes. I am…’

Winter seasoned his appetite.

He was lost in his thoughts, recalling his past life before his bitter death.

‘I was just one of those commonplace survivors in any group, to be honest.’

Winter was an ordinary human being.

He always struggled to live, and he was also the type of person who was always swept away one way or another by his surroundings.

The most numerous and, at the same time, the most common types of people in the world.

Thanks to that, even the moment of death, winter passed away normally. It was a very unusual end.

But a group of looters I encountered recently.

Perhaps it was a man named Cheol-hwan.

There was definitely something about that man that couldn’t be revealed at first glance.

Perhaps the man had distinct survival skills of his own that were never revealed to others.

It could be a notice, or it could be a fighting force.

But one thing is for sure.

It was clear that he must have had something essential to establish himself as the leader of the pack.

The man must have had his own skills, and he must have had wisdom.

Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to unite and swarm those fierce marauders in the first place.

It was a natural result.

However, as I lived my life as a survivor, which was not long in winter, I realized a few things.

That is—.

* * * *

‘Ego.’

Sureuk.

Winter licked his mouth with his large tongue.

It was because of his saliva dripping.

Now he was staring down into the flames burning in front of him.

Tadak. Tadadak.

A bonfire beside a burning hearth.

There, several thinly sliced meats on skewers smelt over the smoke and gave off a sizzling smell.

These finely chopped meats were prey that had been hunted just this morning.

They were in the shape of some kind of pure white rabbit, but they were the first things I had ever seen in winter.

It was only then that I realized that the name was Snow Hare after I caught and ate it.

Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff.

Sisters in winter. And young werewolves.

His brood continued to sniff and sniff.

The smell of smoked meat that had already spread throughout the living room was terribly stimulating their sense of smell.

Of course, the smell of acrid smoke was also wafting along, but that wasn’t really a big problem since it was all being emitted through the ventilation.

Dude. Pop.

Oil drips from the smoked meat.

“Ah! Ahhh!”

“Miu Miu!”

At that time, Yui, Yumi, and Inari shouted as if they were impatient.

As if she couldn’t bear to resist the strong temptation this time, even the timid Luna could hear a low moan.

[Arrr.]

But Winter growled low and alert.

“Hey hey.”

Then his group staggered back.

But he didn’t back down.

Instead, he just sat behind Winter’s back and watched the meat burn.

“Miu Miu!”

Yumi appealed to her presence by rolling her feet in her place.

She even shouted urgently, and that impatience was also visible.

You can also see saliva dripping.

‘Everyone seems to want to eat quite a bit.’

Yes, I understand.

Because it was like that even if we stopped winter right away.

Because the meat has such a tempting smell that even he can’t stand it.

If you are hungry, eat and fill your stomach.

If you want to sleep, sleep.

For those werewolves with such a natural lifestyle and way of thinking, this is probably the first torture(?) They experience in a similar situation.

With their common sense, they might not have understood it.

If you want to eat, you shouldn’t eat, because to werewolves there’s nothing more strange than this.

But Winter understood even this.

‘I understand. But to me, who has human memories, this is rather natural. It seems to me that werewolves’ way of thinking is rather strange.’

Preparing for the future, not just the immediate impulse.

That was Winter’s symbolic ability, the only one among werewolves.

Flutter.

He opened an old booklet and read the text in it.

[Survival in the wild. Survive long.]

It was a book with that name.

I found this while searching through the apartment.

Although it is very old, it has faded, so far I haven’t had any problems reading it.

He diligently opened the book and turned the pages.

‘Where… Where was it written?’

It was difficult to read the writing in winter.

All of the letters are clear.

It was also a relative change because his body had become so huge.

As a werewolf, his pupils were almost as big as a human fist, but the letters were packed in small letters.

Thanks to that, he was able to find what he was looking for only after pushing his big head right in front of his nose.

It was written there.

[…ㅡSmoking varies depending on the type of meat, but in general, it is smoked for 2 to 4 days and then baked at a very low temperature for a long time to complete. It is smoked for 6 to 24 hours or more, turning the meat in the middle and repeating the same process again for the same amount of time—-.]

‘Ha ha. Two or three days.’

A short sigh escaped from Winter’s mouth at that sound.

Am I going to have to continue going through this torture-like period?

[…]

Tadak.

Georgi took a long breath as he stared at the dripping smoked meat.

It’s difficult.

It was a very difficult process.

* * * *

A few days have passed since then.

But the hardships of the winter did not end there.

Of course, they didn’t intend to leave this beef jerky as it is.

I ate all of them while chewing on the food produced by winter.

[Arrr!]

“Kyaaa!”

When Winter gave a warning voice, they screamed and ran away.

‘Ah… These troublemakers. I’ll turn around, really.’

He sighed at the sight of the smoked meats quickly disappearing.

I ate half of it in a short amount of time.

I would have understood if I had just picked up and ate a few, but whenever I had a chance, I did this as if I had waited, and now there was nothing left.

Of course, these smoked foods were not a waste.

Anyway, at least it was meat.

These can be dried again. However, there was one major flaw before that.

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‘I don’t think I should at least complete it… That way I’ll know what’s wrong.’

You can’t be full on the first try.

Everything is like that.

The same goes for this smoked dried meat.

You have to try it at least a few times, but when you think it’s almost finished, you come back as if you’ve waited, pick one up, eat another, and repeat.

It seems that they only pick up a few pieces and eat them so that they don’t notice, but the problem is that they have three mouths, so no matter how little they eat, they disappear quickly.

Since this situation has been repeated for several days already, it was an endless repetition of treadmills.

There was no time to know whether the smoked meat made by winter was a success or a failure.

‘It will turn.’

Looking at the place where the smokers were, Winter sighed.

Instantly, the eyes turned to Luna, who was sitting in the back.

[…]

“…”

The eyes of the two met.

However, Winter smiled lightly as he looked at such a calm Luna.

‘Yes. I’m glad you’re calm too, Luna.’

Holding down.

But, as if feeling something from the winter’s gaze, Luna suddenly stepped back cautiously behind her.

With both of her hands hidden behind her waist.

[…?]

Winter’s eyes narrowed.

Somehow, it’s a bit strange that he’s quietly avoiding his head.

‘Come to think of it, why is her hand hidden behind her back?’

Having such a question, I walked around and approached Luna.

[…!]

He had a couple of smoked rolls hidden in his hand.

Ha ha. A sigh comes out of nowhere.

Is the Luna I believed in like this?

[Of course, I understand to some extent, but…]

I did understand.

In the first place, for those werewolves, the concept of ‘preservation or storage’ did not exist at all.

They were quick to act when they were hungry.

Since they are species that only have the concept of having to fill their stomachs after hunting, it was only natural for them to pick up and eat something delicious in front of them.

‘It’s done.’

Winter gave up and accepted what Luna had hidden in her hands.

Then I put it straight into the guy’s mouth.

“Ah, aww!”

Then he opened her eyes in surprise.

It looks like he never dreamed that he would feed this.

But there was something called affection in winter too.

I want to eat, but I don’t stop unconditionally.