"Hey, are you good, Annabel?" Thomas asks me while I keep dry, puking and revolting on the floor, when we take our first stop a couple of miles away from Frescoes Town, around 50 miles away. "What does it look like!? UGHH! OH MY GOD NO!" I respond a little fisty while Buster and Thomas crack a laugh at my expense.
"It's always rough on your first trip; you'll get used to it," Buster says while preparing a campfire as it looks like it is about time to eat something for once. I bet they were starving just as much as me, but what would I eat? Neither of them seemed like they would hunt for me, so what now?
"Hey guys, do you seriously have some food hiding somewhere? Is there anything for me?" I ask Buster, and then I direct my gaze toward Thomas, but neither of them wants to make eye contact. This time, they are hiding something or are about to say something nasty.
"There's no time to go hunting, so you'll have to eat this, you little bloodsucker." Buster finally breaks the silence by throwing a blood-filled tripe with blood so old and dry it didn't seem the least bit appetizing. "You don't expect me to eat that, do you?" I ask Buster with a nervous voice while I smell the thing.
"Well, it's this, or you can try your luck with the bow. I don't feel like hunting today; my body is aching from yesterday." I look at Thomas while he munches on some disgusting dried fish that smells so bad it almost makes me puke just from smelling it a little.
"Hey, don't look at me; we are all eating crappy food; If you want fresh, fetch it yourself!" Unbelievable! {Tummy rumble} UGH! Oh god, I am starving. I want to eat something, but this dry blood will kill me; uh, maybe if I close my eyes and avoid smelling it, I can eat it. I mean, how bad could it be?
{Chomp!}
"PSSST! PSSSST! PSSSST! EWWWW!" Aw! The taste of that thing! It's awful! Awful! Oh baby, Jesus, sweet lord, have mercy; it's the worst thing I've ever taken a bite into, but my body wants it even if it's gross. Is this what they call an 'acquired taste?' Like that disgusting Black Licorice mom got me from her trip to Africa that one time? Oh, man!
I at least had the option to refuse to eat that awful-tasting stuff, but I don't have such a luxury this time around. It's either this or starving to death, and I refuse to die with such a new body advantage. I mean, this vampire body might be the perfect vessel for a magicless guy like me!
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Since I am a vampire and all, I can self-heal from attacks by just eating blood, which is something valuable to have when nobody else is even able to heal me because of this anti-magic barrier I have around me at all times. If I die and reincarnate again, there's a high likelihood I will not have such a powerful ability, and I will always be one shot!
At least this Vampire body is more resilient to physical damage, and strangely enough, I also have high sun tolerance, which is one of the main weaknesses for vampires. "Ugh! This dried meat tastes like ass Thomas! Did you rub it between your legs or something?" Buster complains as I take a second bite of the blood sausage.
It's disgusting! But I need it to survive! [TwT] Dear mother and father, if I die here today, I want you to know that I died trying to be better than the son you despised so much! I force myself to keep going until the sausage is all but gone into my stomach, leaving an awful metallic taste in my mouth.
"Thanks for the meal! TWT!" My body soon starts feeling better, and my minor scratches start closing on their own, clearly showing the effects of eating blood. I guess my body doesn't care what kind of blood it is. As long as it's blood, it can use it to regenerate; man, this sucks.
"How long do you think it will take for the borders to shut down?" Buster asks Thomas a serious question while both struggle to chow down their disgusting meals. I suppose I wasn't the only one struggling to eat something rancid for survival, which was a bit of a relief.
"I'd say they will close within seven days, and it will take us six to get to the gap in the border; it will be a close one for sure," Thomas says while eating his dried fish with his eyes closed, doing precisely what I did to eat my blood sausage which is just not to think about it and eat it!
"PST PST!" I hear spitting noises behind me. I can see the Dragonaki spitting the cold dead moss below the snow. I guess even animals had a hard time eating stuff that wasn't fresh or tasty; we were all having a bad time, uh? Maybe if I comfort them, they will feel better.
I don't know why I felt compelled to pet the creature nor where they did this newfound empathy for people and animals came from, but I wanted them not to feel left out, so I approached it to pet it. Surprisingly enough, the Dragonaki doesn't seem aggressive and even lowers' its head, making it easier to put it, which seems to make it happy.
"Don't get too attached to the Dragonaki, or it will not leave you alone!" Thomas screams at me as a warning while I continue to pet the Dragonaki, which suddenly drops on its back so it can show me its belly, which is quite cat-like behavior. Did that mean it trusted me? Just like that? Am I that weak-looking!?
"I just wanted to pet it, and it likes it! I don't see the problem!" I say back to Thomas while the Dragonaki enjoys getting its belly rubbed, moving around like a cat in the snow if the cat was the size of three tigers. "Don't say I didn't warn you then. You'll come to hate them once they get attached to you." Oh, come on! How bad could it be!?
[You should count chickens professionally, Annabel]