A week later, September no longer had the strength to fight Shi Dai for the food in his hands.
Ten days later, Jiang You gave her some water to keep her from dying.
Half a month later, September was skin and bones, her consciousness hazy. She had already begun gnawing on her own arm.
Shi Dai had been born in the mountains and grown up there.
Although he had experienced the apocalypse as well,
the Hundred Thousand Mountains were different from the cities. Their dangers came from wild beasts, not starvation.
The mountains were rich in produce. Even if one survived by eating wild fruits and weeds, it was impossible to starve to death.
Therefore, he had never imagined that a person driven to extreme hunger would choose to eat themselves.
In the darkness, he suddenly heard a crisp gnawing sound, like a wild beast tearing into its prey—the sound of fresh, blood-filled meat being squeezed between lips and teeth until blood oozed out.
But apart from him and that woman, not even a rat or cockroach could get into this prison. How could a wild beast be eating here?
Wait. Could that woman have found something to eat?
Shi Dai jolted awake. In the darkness, he saw that woman hunched over, slowly eating something.
The air was thick with the smell of blood.
She was eating meat—raw meat, at that?
But the city lord had clearly cut off her food supply. Where had she gotten raw meat?
Shi Dai cautiously approached.
"Crack, gnaw..."
When he drew closer, Shi Dai saw clearly what September was eating, and his pupils suddenly widened.
She—she—she!
She was actually eating herself!
She wasn't holding anything in her hands. She was eating the flesh from her own arm!
Shi Dai abruptly stumbled back several steps.