Shen Baoying finally steeled herself to act. The dagger she carried had been a huge help on her journey.
She slit open the bristle rat's belly, gutted it, and sliced off the meat bit by bit, eating it raw.
She wanted to start a fire, but the space was too small. If her down jacket accidentally caught a spark, she would lose her best hope of survival.
Once her hunger was slightly sated, she processed the rest of the bristle rat, stored it away, and leaned to one side to take a nap. Her only solace was that the Vulture down jacket and Megalodon Crocodile-hide boots kept the bone-chilling cold at bay.
When morning came, Shen Baoying pushed onward.
Walking alone through the valley, she felt as if she were the only person left in the world.
The thought terrified her, but she constantly ordered herself to grit her teeth and stay strong.
By afternoon, Shen Baoying had finally scrambled her way out of the valley. The terrain flattened out, and the view opened up considerably.
