In the dimly lit cave, there was a stench of decay.
Lawrence and Carl did everything they could to induce vomiting, expelling a large portion of the rotting flesh from Michelle's and Tangde's stomachs.
Looking at the shocking mass in front of them, Carl couldn't help but shiver.
"Clean them up a bit, I need to rest," said Lawrence.
Lawrence was pale as a ghost, and the fact that he had held up until now was nothing short of a miracle. After escaping that eerie house, they followed the river downstream and eventually found a narrow cave at the lower end.
Hiding in the cave, they survived on tree bark and plant roots—this time it was actual plant matter they ate.
As for fish and small animals...
Nearly four days had passed, and Michelle and Tangde still showed no signs of waking, maintaining a vacant, lifeless demeanor.
Eat?
Hah.
They were stuffed with meat and were nowhere near vomiting it all up.
