Almost Healthy, Almost Wise

The hunger pains are getting worse, but they’re turning more into a permanent hunger ache… Regardless of this fact, I have a good reason to have a smile on my face.

Despite a broken thumb and diminished strength I decided to set out to do something I’ve wanted to do for a couple days now. Rescue Doughb0y (and Shevat). I set off as soon as the sun was bright enough to light my way. I figured that would be the time the ninjas would be least active.

Honestly, I didn’t even ask anyone for help. I’m not proud, but I know a group of people attracts attention. I felt some general fatigue, but nothing crippling, and made it to the building Doughb0y and Shevat were hiding in. I stole in, made sure no ninjas were around, then purposefully and noisily I strode toward Shevat’s door. When I got there, I knocked. No one answered, so I tried the doorknob. It was unlocked…

Fearfully, and suddenly expecting the worst, I opened the door. From above me a vat of powerful alcohol rained down on me. As I choked and sputtered on what I think was vodka, a friendly voice chimed, "Oh, Monkey! It’s just you!" I wiped the alcohol from my eyes and saw towering in the back of the room the Magician, armed with a bow and arrow. The arrow was wrapped in a cloth, and very much on fire.

Thanking my lucky stars that I was not suddenly immolated I explained to Shevat that there was a camp where medical patients were being tended to. He agreed to follow me there, and after gathering some spirits, some food he had stored away, and his weapons (a belt of molotov coctails) he prepared to leave. Only when he was finally ready did he call to Doughb0y. Slowly and with a groan, a zombie walked out of the side room. It was Doughb0y. He was ghastly pale and lurched as if only certain muscles were functional. No smile or words of comfort left his lips, just the following:

"Bleaeeeaaaaorgh…. Bleaorgh.  Mluaaaaaah!"

Well… at least he’s alive. Anyway, we headed back to camp, but a pair of ‘day-watch’ ninjas appeared half-way home. They landed in front of us, but then both were taken aback at Doughb0y’s condition. They didn’t seem to know what to do. This gave me an idea.

"Bleaeeeeeeeaaaorgh!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my eyes fixed on the eyes of one of the ninjas. He spooked, and ran the other way. His partner very obviously sighed, so did Shevat. His partner decided that we still needed to be killed, so he lunged at me. This ninja was not incredibly skilled, and I was able to side-step his needle. This was actually quite a good thing to do, because his momentum brought us chest to chest. I moaned directly in his face, making sure my breath (already suffering halitosis due to malnutrition) made it unbearable to be there. His eyes widened, and a look of fear stole upon his face. He backed away slowly, not knowing what to do.

"Hahaha!" Shevat shouted in a suprisingly commanding voice, "Run, weak ninja, and tell your friends that we posses creatures incapable of being killed, and very capable of killing! Run, or face a slow death… by ingestion." To add to his drama, I gnashed my teeth and pretended to lurch at him. Doughb0y just kinda stood there…

The ninja did run, and we were able to get to the medical camp before any more conflicts arised. Everyone seemed suprised by my act, and very glad to see Doughb0y, but not glad to see him in an incapacitated state. Ren was particularly interested by the story Shevat and I caused.

"Interesting. Very interesting. Perhaps these ninja are not as trained in mind as they are in body. This could be useful. Thank you."

And so that was my day. I find I’m drinking more water just to try to fill my belly with something. Shevat shared the food he had brought, and now we’re back to square one. As I close this entry, I’m going to fill my belly again.