NOVEL WEB Chapter 32: Flying Man Eater
With the final fat man down, Quagmire finally released his finger from the trigger, moved the rifle away from his face, and breathed a sigh of relief. The ghouls and fat men that broke his sleep is now finally defeated and gone. Now he could finally rest once again. Unfortunately, that might need to be done a bit later, as he was currently starving.
He moved near the Pathfinder and gathered firewood. Thankfully, he did not need to make a campfire earlier as the Pathfinder had lights that he could turn on, which gave him the required illumination for the night and to see. it was not too bright, which with intensity, could be disastrous for his sleep.
He brought down the woodpile and picked up a few dried leaves around him. He piled the wood into a cone shape with the leaves inside. After he lit the dried leaves, the fire was lit, and in turn, the piled wood, which are dried branches, got lit, and the fire grew bigger and bigger.
The fire was now intense, which was the perfect time to cook. He brought out a slab of meat, built a pile of stone in the sides and placed the slab of meat with two sticks piercing it, and proceeded to roast the slab of meat.
After placing the slab of meat, he moved again to the Pathfinder and set quite a few timers, twenty minutes four times, the first to flip and the second to flip back again and vice versa. The meat was roasted after an hour and a half; he placed it inside the canteen and sliced it into bits of pieces. The meat was roasted into dark brown, but the inside was slightly red, similar to a beef.
With a meal prepared, he sat beside the Pathfinder, as it is was his source of light. Unfortunately, as he was about to voraciously consume his homemade meal, he did not even have a speck of spice or salt. Indeed, there is no spice nor salt; his supplies store lets him buy military equipment but not food, and most importantly, it's for him to use only.
He suddenly heard a flapping noise; confusion took over him; he wanted to bite the meat that was flipping hot in front of him as he was immensely starving he hunted a day ago, skinned the creature, and preserved its pelt.
The meat was stored in his spatial inventory to be taken out when he needed to eat, apparently, time does not move in the inventory as he placed a meat a few days ago that was dripping in blood, but when it came out, it was the same and no signs of decay.
Quagmire glanced from left to right, seeking to know the source of the disturbance, he looked and saw that there was nothing moving or anything suspicious of that sort that was near or something that was far away. Confused, he looked up and looked at all the sides of the sky and stared at the stars.
There were trees present, and the branches were sticking out like a sore thumb. Doubtful, he brought out his Mark 1 Pistol, removed the magazine with missing ammunition, and inserted another one with a full magazine. He brought his hand into the top of the pistol and pulled the slider, then he got into a position that was ready to engage targets anytime.
He stared at his meal that was about to be disturbed; his expression sunk, and anger welled up inside him.
"Who dared interrupt me when I am about to eat?!" Quagmire muttered silently with his eyebrows in a reverse triangular formation and an unfriendly smile.
With a pissed-off attitude, he steadily stood up and walked around the camp. The flapping noise continued to get louder, to the annoyance of Quagmire; he checked from side to side, and when he finally had enough.
He stared at the sky again and was baffled at what he saw. It was a flying ghoul of some sort? It has the look of a human, but its entire torso is gone; staring at it, he saw the innards of the ghoul floating along with its main body still attached. Moreover, on its back was a dark wing.
Shocked he was indeed but he was not scared anymore. He had been fighting for a few days constantly that the mere sight of a rotting body and a deformed face is nothing to him anymore. Rather than horror, he felt disgusted just by looking at those vile things. The mere sight and smell is vomit-inducing, which completely wipes off any fear he feels.
He was, after all, immune to the world's virus, and if he got bitten, then he just needed to treat it like any normal person would do to their wounds. There is no risk of transformation or anything; just treat them like a dog with a vaccine. They would bite you, yes, but if you let it bite you for so long, it could kill you because of the untreated injuries and blood loss.
"Disgusting, vile things!" His voice thundered as he stared at the wench that was about to charge at him.
With that said, he adjusted his body and aligned his sights toward the head of the flying ghoul as his eagle's eye fired up. Swift movements he took. When the flying ghoul was mere meters away from him, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet rushed outside as sparks came out of the silencer and headed for its intended target. Within less than a mere second, the shot was fired and struck the target. The flying ghoul fell and lay lifelessly just mere meters before him.
He brought his smoking gun before his face and blew the smoke off. Now there is a dead body in his camp, which means he needs to move, and looking at the sky, there was more illumination coming out, which means the sun was about to come up.
Disappointed with the event, he pulled up the notification that appeared before him, and looked over the name of the new creature he killed and its rewards.
[A Flying Man Eater Was Slain, Granting 250 Gold]
Upon knowing the rewards and name of the creature, his mouth curved upwards and muttered.
"A Farming Potential…"