A goodnight story

I am starting to grow worried. She still hasn't returned. 

It is just one day, right? I'm just being paranoid, right?

But it has been two days since I heard those soft hums.

... I fledged myself a new spear, it is still made from wood. But this one is thicker, heavier, hardened over fire and it branches into a fork at the back end which I both sharpened and hardened. 

The eel tasted fine, I guess. It was too greasy and the bones were too crunchy. The mushrooms were burned and bland, like always. 

Now, time to go hiking. 

There are even more mushrooms in the forest than before, even in the spots I already picked. I am starting to think that this forest has been cursed by a mushroom God or something. Wouldn't be a surprise. 

I found something in the outer rings of the forest, an apple tree. Actually, there is a number of apple trees here. Did a scholar pass through here? But they don't leave behind this many saplings in one place, do they? 

They are sweet! This probably used to be a plantation from the old world! After the age of thirty a apple tree will start to grow its best tasting fruits. Are these trees as old as me? 

I want to set up camp here. No, wait, the smell of the rotten fruits would be unbearable if we don't finish all the apples. Maybe we could make cider with them? We would finally have something else to drink except warm water. 

What if Melanie doesn't like apples? 

I guess we don't need to set up camp inside the plantation. Being in a nearby area should be good, a spot with high ground would be great so that the wind doesn't carry the smell to us. 

I also found the rude creature from yesterday, but now it is dead. A wooden arrow is sticking out of its nape and it has been butchered, the work of a nomad. Both of its eyes are missing, it has been disemboweled, each of its legs has been cut off, it has been stripped of its hide and they took almost all the flesh off of it except for the head and tail. 

I don't know how to eat a head so I just took his tail. I didn't have a knife on me so I had to twist it like four times before I could rip it off, I probably ruined a few cuts of meat. 

I had to position the tail in my basket so that its base hangs out of the basket since I don't want to get blood all over my apples. 

Carrying this big spear through the forest has proven to be a hassle. It gets stuck at almost every nook and get me started on the crannies. 

Shut up, this is my notebook that I rightfully stole, I can write whatever I want in here. 

You should be grateful that I choose to write this in the world language instead of german, although a lot of people here are fluid in german considering that we are in the middle of europe. Even more reason why I could have written this in my mother tongue. 

Actually, what is your mother tongue?

Eh, not like you can answer me, you are just a reader. 

I have done a lot of senseless walking and still found no good place to set up camp. 

It is just tree after tree after tree after tree after tree after tree after tree and I took a small break. Maybe we could like build a tree house or something. We could live above these ground dwelling peasants. 

But who is going to build it and with what materials?

Guess we'll stay humble ground dwellers. 

Is that a cave? I think I found a cave. I'll check out the cave to see if it is fit to be our new camp. 

Good news, I found a pretty nice cave. Bad news, it is a bears cave. 

Correction, it used to be a bears cave. I just poked it to death. 

I'm not sure what kind of bear it is, did I end the bloodline of a new bear species? Now I actually feel kind of bad. It has a crystal shaped pattern run down its spine, an unheard trait among bears. Or is it? I wouldn't know, I'm not a biologist. 

Carrying the bear back to camp was painfully time consuming. I had to take multiple alternative routes because that dam corpse kept getting stuck in between the trees. 

I decided to drag it back t camp since I did't know how to skin it and I know Melanie would be mad if I ruined the whole hide. A shame, until she's back most of the meat could have gone bad. 

I hung the tail on a branch so that it could drip out all of its blood and I tied the bears feet to a strong branch so that it could bleed out in peace since I stabbed it in the neck. Well, I didn't tie it to the branch exactly. I tied a rope around its feet and threw the rope over the branch and hoisted it up like a flag. A 300 kg flag made of flesh, blood and bones. 

I just hope the meat doesn't go bad until they're dry. 

I did a bit of star gazing tonight. 

Honestly, the starry sky becomes pretty boring after the first three times. It is just always the same. 

Nothing ever changes.