Exploring and survival (1)
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I crossed the wall and although on the other side I could see that I was following the pasture after passing it, I saw that the environment changed completely, in front of me there was a super high wall like stone; This was not worked, it could be said that it was on the side of a mountain or something like that. At my feet there was a ppcp of the ground to keep me standing but beyond that I could not move, partly because when trying to move I felt like it gave a little down and I was scared of vertigo wanting to go back; However, the repulsive force was more difficult to try to get in than to get out, pushing me after trying against the mountain. This scared me but I did not know that by helping me from this I could go from the poedra wall to the yellow one, bouncing or standing on one side and the other to go down little to ppco, I have some experience in it because there was a time in the one that I had to do something like that with the walls of a corridor that were close to home; It is something that I did not do since my childhood but the memory was very vivid in me the number of times I did this to reach the terrace of my hunting or vice versa are countless. I didn't want to wait for the little ground that was right at my exit to finish giving way, I followed my instincts and put the position I used to go up that corridor in that place; The only thing that these lugsr was better because the space between them was more resuscitated so it was easier. ~ psf ~ paf ~ the poedras fell when holding my weight against the wall of the mountain and my other foot held on a little but was quickly pushed towards the mountain, as I already had to do this, so I was impelled from one side to another carefully downward; It is similar to the corridor experience but more dangerous and difficult. It's good that I spent at least more than 10 years of my life going up that shitty hallway just because the door of my house wasn't working or the keys didn't work, among other things like I forgot my keys or things hadn't been stolen. I had no choice if I wanted to enter; that shitty experience was so etched in my muscle memory that despite my extreme sedentary lifestyle and my morriz stupidity I was able to perform a lifesaving maneuver. -Thank God as soon as I left I did it on something and I did not fall directly! - I shouted as I kicked for my life, the adrenaline that had left my system after the fight with the fish had returned to me for the worse it was at night and I did not see that it was going to touch base soon.
Sad for my current situation, I resigned myself to continue fighting for my life, the night passed and I had bags under my eyes from not sleeping, however, I did not get carried away by my fatigue; I was a few meters from the ground a little more and I would be safe ~ put ~ my feet touched the ground and without thinking I took the red pearl and rubbed it in my bodice against my breast before collapsing from exhaustion and sleeping, praying as my conscience went away I would not die of hypothermia even though there were no possibilities of this due to that it was during the day; sim embaro sleeping against the floor in a place where you don't know what the weather is like can be suicidal. To fart or not she would know the next day without regret having prevented the worst situation, her body was pressed against the yellow wall and the mountain but it did not matter at least in that small space there would be no way that she was not safe for what she slept sim fault.
I don't know how much sunday or what time it was, I woke up several times just to eat and relieve myself but due to my physical fatigue I went back to sleep; After several times this happened to me, I felt completely disheartened and numb due to the uncomfortable way of sleeping. Without more than acer I walked like a crab little by little towards the river, thanks to the yellow wall behind me I doubted that there were fish under the exit of it; if they had them, surely I could with them. Anyway, even if she wanted to, she didn't have many options to move and that was the most likely path that would take her somewhere, despite being uncomfortable she followed him and, by chance, in a short time she was freed from the narrowness of her path; finally the space between the mountain and the wall was getting bigger and bigger leaving him more and more space to walk. When she was finally able to move more comfortably, the things that she had equipped with her better, among which she took the opportunity to cook more rations because these were already completely exhausted; When I saw her backpack and armor better, I noticed that she was very battered. Both were dented in some way and had stains of all imaginable colors, there were bruised and burned paries but luckily the grasses that he had with him were enough to fix; He could also sacrifice some of the super hardened rope but decided to try the grasses first. When mending them he discovered that many places had been strengthened in some way after absorbing some ability, while only a few were ruined by others at least in a visible way; she could not do much with the dents or the bark that was lost in some parts of this armor so to avoid having empty or damaged place the fill of these grasses. It was good that this molten grass easily stuck to other things because otherwise many of its forges would not have been possible, unfortunately it had to sacrifice rope to repair some weapons that were damaged from hitting the mountain so much but luckily it was not much that he had to repair; The day passed on this and it got dark and although he was not sleepy he went to sleep to readjust his schedule. Luckily she is an expert in sleeping without being sleepy, in addition to the fact that the sleeping bag she had helped her to be more comfortable despite the rigidity; It's a shame that he couldn't make it filled with bark because it would be an excellent portable mattress if not. Crying a little because he missed the comforts of normal life, he fell asleep, while unknowingly the Amsrilla wall weakened little by little.
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