Jams

the chapter up 09

Jihan can enjoy this "dying" moment. Maybe because someone lives on inside of him. He presents someone in a monologue way, which presents itself alias already tied to the person he calls Bebeb, none other than Marcel.

All day long with someone's shadow, making him so not easy to give up. The existing activities concern the goal, which is none other than for the community that is in need of support personnel.

"Erika's.."

"Sound Heart, wake me up, Beb. He's yourselves a version of the legend, a permanent version. Equally durable. Me and the other one will get older, you are immortal.can only be seen Izrail origin."

The night had come, Jihan spoke to herself in front of her campfire. The smell of the grill gushed around there as Jihan burned three rather large catfish. He monologued while flipping through the food.

"I dig-degan at work after the news. The sirep vantablack. Well, join me erratically. Wanted to take a dip in the Panti, look at you.."

Then Jihan recounted the Internal situation. Root of the problem, cannibalism, Luna is banished into exile so that the Ex are free to seek "food" for their pet jeans.

Luna is able to minimize human killing at all times, he always knows the actions of his men at Internal until the soloters have to let his pigeons frozen alias "eaten" by Luna.

But Luna is alone, only she can eat the parasas. So that when he is "hidden" or banished, the council and the shabby will be very busy guarding the "food", fighting in the name of humanity.

Luna has not been found. In times of lack of energy, the mainstay of the community is "coma". Marcel was unconscious.

I don't know what the wahid ascetic is going through. He was always targeted by his enemies, including his weapons. Marcel was hit by a sleeper sirep, he needed his energy during this crisis, so to speak the front line, as important as Luna.

Without feeling it, Jihan had already spent tens of minutes. He told her without any other hearers but God and her.

Cresh!

The roasted fish finished burning, until when the bite of the dried meat was heard.

"Nyaem. nyam. Delicious."

Because only Jihan is hungry, skip takes place to the relaxing event and the fireplace.

The stewed jihan daydreams while waiting for the boiling water to cool. The can contains boiled water, cooked while Jihan roasts the catfish. It's still hot, he can't touch the can.

When morning came, the campfire wood had been extinguished so charcoal. Jihan yawned and wriggled in the sand, woke up and her sleep looked good all night.

"Hoaamm. mmgh..! On the morning of the world, I woke up. Hoa. mmh."

Soon, Jihan lazily climbed the beach, heading downstream. He's gonna take a shower maybe. It's half an hour to the destination.

Cbyuur..! Bail!

Jihan wet all her body including hair. The water downstream was still cold, yet he did not care.

"You passed survival today. Congratulations, you're going up to level two. Yuhu!"

Cbyyour! Lash..!

"Horee. day two, Beb. I level up! Haha!"

Jihan finished the shower. He checked the fish pond. There were some people staying, but the catfish ran out of food.

"Hadeeh, wait a minute. I haven't been dapet. Today there is Anakonda. Take My Food."

Jihan's back in her tent. He brought three captured Crabs on his journey. Jihan also then drink boiled water in cans, without removing the style.

"Strupp. ahh. It feels different from the Beb river. It's aer Sarden, cool chilly."

A week later, Jihan already had a busy making furniture from clay.

Clothes have woven leaves. But the breastplate and pants are still from the cloth that Jihan dries after each bath. He waited for the clothesline while making a fireplace, water container, roof and walls of the Jihan stop covered with dried leaves.

Jihan's daily energy or food sources are still fish, crabs, and water. He repeated the day with an irritable meal, eating a little every six hours.

That week Jiha most often boiled water and collected wood. He's two days hauling the ground in pajamas, half his body he's letting it heat up.

Two weeks later, Jihan had gotten to know the place around her house. The radius is always an hour from the "stop". The jihan measures time by the position of the Sun using its gantar, a benchmark direction of two points; home and downstream of the river.

Month passed. Jihan already has a leaf house and a fireplace in the house, as well as a mosquito repellent because there is a lot of charcoal that she collects in the container "withering".

Three months on the beach, Jihan looks at her body and face items. He could tell from the water.

"Hhh, there's no salon so just hair."

Jihan sighed, apparently complaining about her tangled hair. On this side of the river, he was feeding his fish with snake meat, only to realize his makeup was a jungle style.

Six months have passed. Jihan already had a hunting routine with a bow. The exploratory radius has gone a bit far to find the habitat of Rabbits, Deer, and Tigers.

"Aarrgh..! Go lo! Hussh! Hush!"

Ggrraharh!!

Maghrib clock, Jihan can only come down from the tree because the Tiger region has gone, does not interfere and seems to understand that Jihan did not bring Rabbit.

Jihan had to stay temporarily in the forest, make campfire, stay up late guarding lives. Seems to have been pursued by the tiger, trapped can not go home.

"Hhh.. Basic nyer. You can't go home without paying taxes. Hadee. I knew the Rabbits were deserted, even raging."

Plaque!

Jihan watched the surroundings while scratching the insect-bitten hands, putting the ears as sharp as possible.

Inland beaches in this radius already Jihan recognize the violence. But it seems that Jihan is curious about the number of Tigers.

"Kasian sebatang kara. I haven't seen where it is. Only the elo doang has been around for two weeks.."

Late at night Jihan woke up, she patted her cheek pierced by a forest mosquito.

Plaque!

"Iihh. on this naughty mosquito here."

Jihan put the wood in campfire that had been living coals. The fire also re-ignited. Jihan got up with her gantar, went back to find the woods.

"Follow taxes, I'm out again."

The bent jehan picked up the twigs, the dried leaves. Shortly afterwards he sat in front of the ground torch. There Jihan snacked on her provisions, chewing on the fruit of the Sawo.

Half a year is quite astonishing a girl surviving in the wild. Somehow, maybe because it has been the regime, it could also be because of his habit of working.

Cresh!

"Tomorrow not to go home. I need to explore this front right now. There's a new food source."

By dawn, Jihan had left the shadow camp. He settles among the lush plants. Jihan also watched the surroundings.

"Clear, there are no Tigers."

Early in the morning, Jihan climbed into the wilderness and was cold. He was getting to know this two-hour area of his house.

The day was bright and warm. Jihan walked on the slightly rocky ground, already outside the forest. The ground was a bit down.

"Hhh.. What city is it? I think there's life going forward."

Jihan stopped on the way when it was close to the sight she was aiming at. Far away there is a modern building.

Krakh!

"Ehh..!"

The set!

The sound of broken dry stone, made Jihan reflex turn around while holding the stone axe that always hung on her waist.

Gliit..!

Finished shining on Jihan's face, the human figure of the machine silently stared. He's a robot that can fly, just landed.

"When have you been here?"

The robot held out six fingers.

"Hour six? Huh uh?"

The man shook his head.

"What do you want, Ek?"

When spoken to so, the robot stepped over to Jihan. The girl got out of her position.

"Jawab, cake. Diem keeps me hitting it."

Swrtts!

Another robot appeared in the air. He brought two boxes of Erika brand. Slowly go down, put the luggage.

"Don't naro bomb here. The tiger has no place but here."

Jihan alternately stared at the two robots she was talking to. Both are mute, even finished putting the cardboard, the second robot disappeared back. It was built by the first robot.

Jihan immediately asked to wait, but the first robot was flying.

"Wait!"

Jihan limp body left just like that. He wanted to ask because he did not know the contents of the cardboard they put there.

"Hhh.. What yes?"

Jihan can only trace the plate in front of the two mysterious packaging. Shortly after, he moved, desperately opening it.

Sreech! Wreech!

"Haah? Oh. clothes, pants.. !"

Jihan took out all the contents from the first cardboard. All fabric products include blankets that also have Erika's name.

"Njir.. who's a birthday, people don't messen too."

Sreech! Wreech!!

Jihan opened the second package. It made her eyes round.

"Gun, cleaver, plate-glass.. You guys sent wrong. Gloves, shoes, I'm not mesen ginian. I want to meet Bebeb. Hua.a.. Oh, God."

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