Two hours passed. The group stopped their pace to satiate their hunger. They had been walking continuously in those two hours. They're not some tireless machines, after all.
Caleb munched the meat in his hands. The origin of the wild beast, he didn't know. These meats are from the periphery of the Quincy Mountain Range. One beast among the fifty.
Although it lacked the taste of modern meats due to a lack of spices. The quality of the meats of wild beasts actually surpassed the ones from Earth. They are more tender and it had a rich aroma that would make meat lovers drool.
Fatty, on the other hand, appetite. His lips were dry, and it was as if he was drained of energy.
Suddenly, Caleb squinted. He saw blood sip from the corners of his lips. 'Is he sick or what?'