Hruday suddenly remembered the seeds he had put inside a zip bag two days ago, fearing they might have died. He quickly opened the bag and unwrapped the tissue covered with coriander and turmeric powder. To his relief, the sprouts were still alive. A wave of relief washed over him because he had used most of his tomato seeds for this batch. If these had died, his chances of growing tomatoes would have been severely reduced. The remaining seeds had low germination rates and would likely perish before sprouting due to heat or drought.
Losing these seeds would mean he had barely one tomato's worth of seeds left, and growing them without any fertilizer would be even more challenging. However, he wasn't as worried about the rest of the plants since he had divided those seeds in half, with the other half already planted.
Today, he had an important task. Although they had removed a lot of weeds and other plants, he now had to plow the land to prepare it for planting and use the waste plants as fertilizer. For that, he needed to make a lid to cover the huge hole they had dug to create a compost pit.
He wondered what materials to use. "Ah yes, I could use the water tank on the other building's terrace near the zipline," he thought. But he left that thought for another day because the most important task now was extending the eastern walls, which exposed them to hordes of zombies. The other sides had relatively high walls and were safe due to sharing boundaries with other buildings and a dorm for nurses. These gaps were considerable due to the ancient layout when land prices were cheap, and people left a lot of space between compounds. So, Hruday felt like everything was both favoring and unfavoring him at the same time.
"It feels like some force is helping me while another is trying to kill me. Isn't that the same as gods and devils?" he mused. "But it doesn't feel that way; it's more like... ah, I mean, if you think about it, aren't gods and devils like aliens betting on us to win?"
Hruday shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "What am I thinking, man? Stop thinking useless stuff." He looked at the five bags of cement and some concrete blocks, wondering how much he could extend the wall. "That stack of bricks looks huge, but I need to count how many are there and how much cement to use," he muttered.
He stared at the pile of dust, a new substitute for sand. Although it was similar, being a byproduct of cutting stones, it was still vastly different. Yesterday, he didn't even know about the proper mixing and composition ratios. "I should have downloaded that stuff," he thought, pressing his fists hard on his forehead as if trying to shoot a beam out of it. Frustrated, he walked in a circle around a huge tree. "If this tree and that useless old house were gone, we could build two more houses here. That's probably why they brought so much stuff."
"Why didn't they bring more, like 100 bags of cement? With just 10 bags, I won't even be able to raise the wall by two blocks." Then he wondered, "Were they really going to cut this beautiful tree? It's probably for the best that the apocalypse came. We can now use its branches for cooking. At least we have a huge tree, probably 100 years old."
He left to discuss his worries with the others. "Hector, do you know how to do it?" he asked, his eyes lighting up. "Damn, this guy knows everything, doesn't he?" he thought.
They all started preparing to mix the cement with sand. They had a small mixer, but they didn't worry much. The only thing bothering him was how they were going to place the cement while zombies were just beside them, separated only by a short wall.
Without worrying, they all got started. First, Hruday marked the compounds that needed the most extension and the ones that were short, then they extended other parts with the remaining materials. Despite a little shortage, they were able to extend the compound, but in reality, they just joined two breaks. One wasn't filled with cement like before, and Hruday didn't know if it also contained rods. Whatever it was, he had tried his best with what he had.
That evening, Hruday and his friends went down the zipline cable to pick up the water tank. He placed the water tank into the compost hole and buried it, leaving only the cap visible. He wanted to fit a pipe on the side but couldn't find a big one. A small one would get messy or dangerous for putting wet waste, so he left it and put some soil and earthworms inside, along with a layer of jaggery. He didn't know why Hector told him to do it, but he did it since some jaggery was spoiled anyway.
With all that done, Hruday felt really productive. He had accomplished two things in one day, but the incident where a zombie mumbled and screamed after looking at another zombie still haunted him. It was so humane and haunting that he felt chills run down his spine.
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He was happy that nobody screamed like before. "Was it because people knew who was going to scream and didn't let them complain?" he thought. "I guess we will never know."
As the day came to an end, Hruday spent some time looking at the night sky, feeling that this was it. He felt like he had been set, but he knew that what he was feeling wasn't true.
Sighing, he left his room to sleep.
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This revised version aims to improve the narrative by reducing passive voice, enhancing fluency, and clarifying sentences while making the language more engaging.
Let's address these issues with improvements to clarity, fluency, and reduction of passive voice. I'll also aim to make the language more engaging and less informal where needed:
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Hruday suddenly remembered the seeds he had put inside a zip bag two days ago, fearing they might have died. He quickly opened the bag and unwrapped the tissue covered with coriander and turmeric powder. To his relief, the sprouts were still alive. A wave of relief washed over him because he had used most of his tomato seeds for this batch. If these had died, his chances of growing tomatoes would have been severely reduced. The remaining seeds had low germination rates and would likely perish before sprouting due to heat or drought.
Losing these seeds would mean he had barely one tomato's worth of seeds left, and growing them without any fertilizer would be even more challenging. However, he wasn't as worried about the rest of the plants since he had divided those seeds in half, with the other half already planted.
Today, he had an important task. Although they had removed a lot of weeds and other plants, he now had to plow the land to prepare it for planting and use the waste plants as fertilizer. For that, he needed to make a lid to cover the huge hole they had dug to create a compost pit.
He wondered what materials to use. "Ah yes, I could use the water tank on the other building's terrace near the zipline," he thought. But he left that thought for another day because the most important task now was extending the eastern walls, which exposed them to hordes of zombies. The other sides had relatively high walls and were safe due to sharing boundaries with other buildings and a dorm for nurses. These gaps were considerable due to the ancient layout when land prices were cheap, and people left a lot of space between compounds. So, Hruday felt like everything was both favoring and unfavoring him at the same time.
"It feels like some force is helping me while another is trying to kill me. Isn't that the same as gods and devils?" he mused. "But it doesn't feel that way; it's more like... ah, I mean, if you think about it, aren't gods and devils like aliens betting on us to win?"
Hruday shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "What am I thinking, man? Stop thinking useless stuff." He looked at the five bags of cement and some concrete blocks, wondering how much he could extend the wall. "That stack of bricks looks huge, but I need to count how many are there and how much cement to use," he muttered.
He stared at the pile of dust, a new substitute for sand. Although it was similar, being a byproduct of cutting stones, it was still vastly different. Yesterday, he didn't even know about the proper mixing and composition ratios. "I should have downloaded that stuff," he thought, pressing his fists hard on his forehead as if trying to shoot a beam out of it. Frustrated, he walked in a circle around a huge tree. "If this tree and that useless old house were gone, we could build two more houses here. That's probably why they brought so much stuff."
"Why didn't they bring more, like 100 bags of cement? With just 10 bags, I won't even be able to raise the wall by two blocks." Then he wondered, "Were they really going to cut this beautiful tree? It's probably for the best that the apocalypse came. We can now use its branches for cooking. At least we have a huge tree, probably 100 years old."
He left to discuss his worries with the others. "Hector, do you know how to do it?" he asked, his eyes lighting up. "Damn, this guy knows everything, doesn't he?" he thought.
They all started preparing to mix the cement with sand. They had a small mixer, but they didn't worry much. The only thing bothering him was how they were going to place the cement while zombies were just beside them, separated only by a short wall.
Without worrying, they all got started. First, Hruday marked the compounds that needed the most extension and the ones that were short, then they extended other parts with the remaining materials. Despite a little shortage, they were able to extend the compound, but in reality, they just joined two breaks. One wasn't filled with cement like before, and Hruday didn't know if it also contained rods. Whatever it was, he had tried his best with what he had.
That evening, Hruday and his friends went down the zipline cable to pick up the water tank. He placed the water tank into the compost hole and buried it, leaving only the cap visible. He wanted to fit a pipe on the side but couldn't find a big one. A small one would get messy or dangerous for putting wet waste, so he left it and put some soil and earthworms inside, along with a layer of jaggery. He didn't know why Hector told him to do it, but he did it since some jaggery was spoiled anyway.
With all that done, Hruday felt really productive. He had accomplished two things in one day, but the incident where a zombie mumbled and screamed after looking at another zombie still haunted him. It was so humane and haunting that he felt chills run down his spine.
He was happy that nobody screamed like before. "Was it because people knew who was going to scream and didn't let them complain?" he thought. "I guess we will never know."
As the day came to an end, Hruday spent some time looking at the night sky, feeling that this was it. He felt like he had been set, but he knew that what he was feeling wasn't true.
Sighing, he left his room to sleep.