Food was naturally not a matter of urgency at the moment.
Both men were still somewhat unsettled by the previous dangers they had faced.
No one knew whether the demon beast was dead or alive, if it harbored a grudge, or when it might come again.
Find another house?
With the world outside a frigid wasteland of snow reaching up to one's chest, where could they find shelter in such a hurry, and moreover, moving might not guarantee safety.
It would be better to dig a deeper, more secure tunnel on the original site.
Once Chen had made the suggestion, both men set aside their fatigue and began working immediately.
...
The two emerged from the basement, combing through the surrounding ruins.
They collected anything that could still be of use and set it aside.
Bowls, pots, firewood...
All necessary for daily life.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get through the coming days.
Chen's gaze avoided the pile of vomit composed of corpses.
