Lost in the Jungle Diary Day 1

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I found some unnamed green fruit that was so sour that it was tooth lossy, and although it was unpalatable, it was at least satisfying. The little thing licked it and ran away, and I didn't force her, anyway, she had already learned from the Great Elder to vomit Nanedan, and the demon didn't need to eat. I squeezed out some fruit juice and dripped it out of Spirit Bear's mouth, hoping to give her some hydration and vitamins.

In addition to the green fruits, I also dug up some huge mushrooms. I threw the brightly colored ones far away so that they wouldn't be eaten by mistake, and I picked the smallest one, rubbed the dirt off the surface, and ate it directly. No way, it's too late to light a fire today.

After an hour, I didn't die of poison and didn't have any other adverse reactions.

It seems that Lady Luck has not abandoned us yet.

I forced myself to eat most of the pureed mushrooms raw, and as the only labor force in the group at the moment, I knew I had to maintain enough strength.

There's still a lot to do tomorrow.

As for Aunt Shan, I really can't help it. I have to pray that it will survive on its own, and maybe tomorrow with some luck I can get it some meat.

Although I don't think there is much hope for myself.

I made a dew collection device according to the method described in the wilderness survival program I watched in my memory, but because Spirit Bear's bamboo tube was burned out, I had to find a stone with a relatively obvious depression nearby as a container, although I couldn't collect much fresh water, but it was better than nothing.

Nights in the jungle are cold, nowhere near as warm as the caves where campfires are lit in the tribes, let alone the comfortable and plush beds in Vancouver. From time to time there are strange sounds of "squeaking" and "cooing" in the night, which are the nocturnal creatures that make up the dark side of the jungle, and in the absence of sunlight, they all come alive.

The low roar of some beasts sounded nearby, accompanied by bursts of biting and chewing sounds, sounding only a dozen meters away, as if it was in the direction of Jiang An's corpse.

I was cold and hungry, nervous, and held the little thing tightly in my arms, and I didn't sleep all night.

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Lost in the Jungle diary the second day

Because I didn't fall asleep at all yesterday, so I got up as soon as it was dawn today, and I didn't sleep all night feeling a bit like an Internet café bag night, but fortunately, I'm still young, except for a little more yawning, the rest is quite bearable.

After moving my limbs that were frozen a little stiff all night, although I was hungry, I still chose to run to check Jiang An's body as soon as possible.

The body was torn in two, and the lower half of the body was dragged to somewhere. The upper body that had been left in place had been mutilated by the gnawing ground, and the head had rolled to the side, and most of the scalp had disappeared, revealing a pale skull. The disgusting state of mind has reduced a lot of my hunger and desire to eat. I walked a few steps along the mess and blood on the ground and saw two cleanly gnawed thigh bones.

Then I turned back the way I came.

The dew collection device still works, and the depression in the stone face is filled with a small pool of clear water. I took a few sips, then took it in my mouth and passed it to Spirit Bear mouth-to-mouth, no way, it was the only way I could think of feeding water that didn't produce waste.

The little bit of water I left was a drop in the bucket for her size, but I really tried my best.

Today's weather was gloomy and it didn't take long for it to start raining moderately, which frustrated me. During the three months I spent floating with the frogs, I was able to master drilling wood to make fire, but when it rained, the plan to make a fire was ruined. But the water was plentiful, and I saw the weak mountain aunt sticking out her tongue and trying to catch the rain that fell from the sky.

But without enough containers, we can only watch as the gift of nature slips through our fingers.

I tried to find some wide leaves that I could roll up to make a makeshift bowl, but there were pine-like conifers nearby.

So I did something that I found disgusting to myself.

I forced myself to retch, removed the jaw of Jiang An's skull, dug out the slimy brain inside, and then rinsed it with rain water to carry the rain.

I stopped three times in the process and almost vomited all my bile.

Although the two black holes in the skull severely limit the capacity of this bony container after picking out the two sticky eyeballs that had rotted out, this is the best option I have on hand now.

Next, I spent half an morning using the rainwater from this container to make the two injured and sick people drink enough. Then I put my skull upside down on the ground to accumulate more rain in case I needed it.

In order to absorb more rain, I peeled off the few intact skins on Jiang An's body, dug a few rain-soaked holes in the ground, and padded human skin as a leak-proof material at the bottom. I also put a layer inside the skull, which greatly increased the total volume of the skull.

After doing this, it was already noon. The nausea in my heart faded a little, maybe it was because after the bottom line was broken once, it would be much easier to break through the second time, and I started the idea of Jiang An's remaining pile of minced meat again.

The unknown beast had basically finished eating the meat last night, and I tried to suppress my stomach acid, and dug out some of the bloody entrails that were left in the stump, and brought them to Aunt Shan's mouth. The weak aunt didn't have a good appetite, so she ate a little, but the little things were very happy. She has no sense of moral restraint in eating human flesh, so she has no scruples, but I didn't let her eat more, and Aunt Shan, the serious illness of the big food warehouse.

I took Jiang An's somewhat broken heart and squeezed the little blood left in it mixed with the rain into Spirit Xiong's lips, hoping that the rich nutrients in human blood could provide some help for her injuries. For a moment, I even considered whether or not I wanted to take a bite, but moral shame and disgust eventually prevailed over the hunger in my stomach. I made up my mind to wait for Spirit Bear to wake up and not tell her that she had drunk human blood.

But then again, primitive people don't have a clear concept of moral right and wrong like mine, and her acceptance of this matter may be very high.

I finished eating the mushrooms left over from yesterday, endured the stronger agitation in my stomach, and spent the whole afternoon healing Xiong Lingyungong.

At dusk, I wanted to make a shelter so that I wouldn't have to get caught in the rain and increase the risk of fever. Unfortunately, there was no suitable shelter material, so I had to give up. I'm also worried that the beast that ate Jiang An yesterday will continue to come tonight, although judging from their behavior last night, it should be a scavenging animal, but the hyenas on Earth are not unaware of their active attack on living creatures, especially when their prey is weak.

It's a pity that I can't find a place to live away from here, mainly because I can't move the big guy like Aunt Shan.

After two days and one night, I could no longer hold on, and even under the triple pressure of the cold night wind, the wet rain and the intense hunger, I still fell into a deep sleep.