Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 642 Horror

While conversing with the general for some time, Vritra was guided toward vacant tents.

"You can rest here. If you require anything, inform me or one of the officers," Peter said, offering a warm smile.

"Hmm. It looks like this tent was occupied recently. Did you relocate the occupants?" Vritra eyed the pair of large tents and commented.

"Sigh. You understand the situation around here; tragedies occur constantly. How else can we obtain food?" the general responded.

Vritra had watched plenty of films and online shows, and his instincts were yelling that something felt off about this settlement.

'Could it be like those stories where they resort to cannibalism?' That idea caused a scowl to form on his features.

"Actually, if it's no trouble, may I inspect your food stores? I could assist in collecting more supplies as well," Vritra inquired.

"Of course, no issue at all," Peter replied, motioning for the others to trail him as he directed them to a storage building.

"This represents almost our entire stock of provisions. Without incidents, it ought to hold out for several months," Peter explained.

'Food exists here, so cannibalism isn't the problem,' Vritra mused, perhaps he was overanalyzing things.

"I understand, thanks. During my journey here, I discovered some supplies; I'll share the spot with you shortly," he stated.

Nevertheless, Vritra remained on guard.

Back at their tents, both proved roomy and equipped with essentials.

"It's refreshing to see so many folks around; it nearly mimics a pre-apocalypse world," Yasmine remarked, settling onto the bed.

"Everyone must be starving by now; time to grab a bite," Vritra suggested, retrieving assorted items from his storage.

The rest of the group carried sufficient rations in their own inventories too, reserved for crises if they got separated.

"Foxie, join me tonight for a scout around; I'd like to explore this area," Vritra told her, since her power simplified nighttime travel.

With her power strengthening, the shadows enabled more than mere concealment.

"Alright, master," Maeve agreed, sipping the hot broth.

The survivors Vritra had brought along had also adjusted comfortably.

By the meal's end, dusk had fallen, and residents headed to their shelters unusually soon.

Lacking power grids or online access left few activities.

Certainly, some power existed but sparingly, powered by scarce fuel generators.

Vritra and Maeve slipped from the tent quietly, their forms blending seamlessly into the night.

They strolled through the camp, spotting sentry troops, and a few lingering chatterers.

All appeared fairly ordinary.

"Master, this spot seems okay. When do we resume our journey?" she wondered.

"We'll linger another day; I need to acquire a couple of items from here," Vritra answered, his mind on the fitted outfits.

"Hehe. What's your scheme, master~?" Maeve teased playfully, then halted suddenly, as if the words rang familiar.

"What's the matter?" Vritra pivoted toward her, concern etching his gaze.

"I…" Uncertainty flickered in Maeve's eyes while the pale chain on her wrist shimmered briefly.

"Nothing, master. Shall we keep going or head back?" Maeve queried, shaking it off with a gentle smile.

"Yes, let's return; I'm starting to feel weary," he grumbled, stifling a yawn.

THUD THUD

As they began to move, banging sounds echoed nearby.

Moments later, curiosity drew them to investigate.

THUD

Approaching the barrier, shock widened their eyes.

A lady in her upper thirties repeatedly slammed her blood-smeared forehead against the surface, a vivid crimson blotch emerging.

Maeve darted forward, grasping her limb, and regarded the woman curiously; a deep gash marred her brow.

"What are you up to?" she demanded.

Even with gore masking her visage, Vritra identified her as one of the arrivals with their party.

The lady quivered at Maeve's words, tears brimming, though bewilderment crossed her briefly.

"I- I don't wish to go on SOB my spouse perished outside… I SOB," she burst into sobs right away, looking utterly forlorn.

Vritra's scowl intensified; thanks to his elevated mental acuity, memories stuck firmly after a single glimpse.

Thus, he recalled every individual from the earlier gathering.

This lady had arrived with a boy around ten and a male companion.

"Didn't your husband and child accompany you before?" Vritra pressed, yet she merely wept on.

Sounds lured a squad of sentries, who arrived peering puzzled.

Shadows no longer veiled them, allowing clear visibility.

Maeve recounted the events.

"Haa. We've witnessed this repeatedly; grief overwhelms some, pushing them toward self-harm.

Yet miss, endure for your boy's sake—you can't rely on strangers to raise him, can you?" the trooper advised firmly.

Turning to Vritra and Maeve: "Rest easy; I'll escort her to her shelter securely, ensuring no repeat attempts."

"…" Vritra simply inclined his head, though dread swelled within.

The sentries departed, woman in tow, abandoning the pair.

"Master, we should return; this location unnerves me too," Maeve urged, tugging his sleeve, eager to flee the outpost.

Vritra assented, glancing at the wall's blood smear, then the heavens bearing a full moon.

"Tonight's moon appears lovely," he observed, prior to departing alongside Maeve.

A droplet of blood trickled from the mark, seeping into the gutter.

Across that very barrier, countless akin crimson traces dotted it, spaced apart.

The sight proved utterly chilling.

Hand in hand, Vritra and Maeve conversed while heading to their shelter.

He collided with an individual, startled at overlooking their presence.

"Apologies," Vritra uttered, proceeding after a quick look at the unresponsive figure gazing skyward at the lunar orb.

'Trouble brews here for sure,' Vritra pondered.

They pressed on without further encounters, ignoring the throngs of motionless survivors fixated upward.

Many bore identical forehead gashes.

Reaching the tent, the females conversed and anticipated their arrival.

"You're returned. Dear, notice anything odd?" Vanessa inquired, her smile affectionate.

"Hmm, uncertain truly. We witnessed a lady bashing her head against the wall—definitely peculiar," he answered.

"Oh, perhaps we ought to depart come morning. Could the general be involved?" the deity pondered.

"Unclear, regardless, let's retire. Ugh, it seems ages since proper rest; haa, exhaustion weighs heavy…"

Vritra murmured as the group prepared to bed down for restorative slumber.

Halting just beyond the entrance, their faces grew vacant, lingering aimlessly while ogling the firmament.

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