Urrrgh

"Fuck."

I'm running. Where to?

Straight into the tall grass.

My hunger bar keeps dropping. If it falls below three bars, I can't run.

'Shit.'

With nowhere left to run, I immediately hit the button to leave.

"Where'd you go!!!!!!"

At the sound of her voice, like she'd swallowed a train whistle, I trembled and slowly poured the whiskey into my mouth.

"Ah, I spilled it all."

Maybe because my hand was shaking so badly, I spilled most of the precious whiskey and licked up what had gotten on my hand...