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

Vritra chatted briefly with the general as he guided them to vacant tents.

"Feel free to settle in here, and let me or the officers know if you require anything," Peter said, offering a warm smile.

"Hmm, it looks like someone occupied this tent recently. Did you relocate the occupants?" Vritra inquired, eyeing the pair of large tents.

"Sigh, you understand the dire situation around here—tragedies strike constantly, and that's how we manage to secure food," the general responded.

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

'Could it be like those movies where they're resorting to cannibalism?' This idea caused a scowl to form on his features.

"Actually, if it's okay, mind showing me your food stores? I could assist in foraging for more supplies," Vritra requested.

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

"This represents almost our entire stockpile; 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.

"Got it, thanks. During my journey, I spotted some provisions—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.

"Seeing so many folks around isn't half bad; it almost mimics a pre-apocalypse world," Yasmine remarked, plopping onto the bed.

"You guys must be starving—time for a meal," Vritra announced, retrieving assorted items from his inventory.

The rest also carried ample rations in their own inventories, saved strictly for crises like getting separated.

"Foxie, join me tonight for a scout around; your skill simplifies nighttime travel," Vritra instructed, since her power eased nocturnal movement.

With her power advancing, the shadows now offered more than mere concealment.

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

The survivors Vritra had brought along had adapted well to their spots.

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

Lacking power grids or web access left few evening options.

Certainly, some power persisted but in scant amounts, powered by scarce fuel generators.

Vritra and Maeve slipped from the tent without a sound, their forms blending seamlessly into the night.

They roamed the camp, spotting sentry troops, a few lingering chatterers outdoors.

All appeared utterly ordinary.

"Master, this spot seems safe enough. When do we resume our travels?" she wondered.

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

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

"Everything okay?" Vritra pivoted to her, concern etching his gaze.

"I..." Uncertainty flickered in Maeve's eyes while the white chain at her wrist shimmered briefly.

"Nothing at all, master. Shall we keep exploring or head back?" Maeve queried, shaking off the moment with a gentle grin.

"Yeah, let's return—I'm starting to feel worn out," he grumbled, stifling a yawn.

THUD THUD

As they began to move, sharp thumping sounds echoed nearby.

Moments later, curiosity drew them to investigate.

THUD

Approaching the barrier, shock widened their eyes.

A woman in her upper thirties repeatedly bashed her blood-smeared head against the surface, a vivid red blotch emerging.

Maeve darted forward, seizing her limb, her stare puzzled at the deep gash on the woman's brow.

"What on earth are you doing?" she demanded.

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

The woman quivered at Maeve's voice, tears streaming, though confusion briefly clouded her expression.

"I-I don't want to go on SOB my husband perished out there... I SOB," she wailed abruptly, looking utterly forlorn.

Vritra's scowl intensified; his elevated spiritual sense ensured he never forgot a face he'd glimpsed.

Thus, he recalled every member of the earlier group encounter.

And this lady had traveled with a boy around ten and a accompanying male.

"Didn't your husband and child stay with you before?" Vritra pressed, yet she only sobbed on.

Noise-lured guards rushed up, eyeing the scene with bewilderment.

Shadows no longer cloaked them, so the sentries viewed them plainly.

Maeve recounted the events.

"Haa, we've witnessed this scenario repeatedly—grief overwhelms some, pushing them toward self-harm.

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

Turning to Vritra and Maeve, he added: "Rest easy, I'll escort her to her tent securely, and we'll prevent any repeats."

"..." Vritra simply dipped his head, though dread swelled within him.

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

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

Vritra assented, glancing at the wall's crimson smear then upward to the luminous full moon.

"The moon appears lovely tonight," he observed, then strode off alongside Maeve.

A droplet of blood trickled from the stain, slipping into the gutter.

Across that very wall, countless akin crimson splotches dotted the expanse, spaced evenly apart.

The sight chilled to the bone.

Vritra and Maeve conversed lightly, hands linked as they headed to their tent.

He collided with an individual, startled at missing the silent figure.

"Apologies," Vritra uttered, proceeding after a quick look at the unresponsive man fixated on the lunar glow.

'Definitely, odd happenings plague this place,' Vritra pondered.

They pressed on, evading further encounters with the throng of motionless survivors, all gazing skyward.

Many bore identical forehead gashes.

Reaching the tent, the women inside conversed, awaiting their return.

"You're here. Honey, spot anything odd?" Vanessa inquired, her smile affectionate.

"Hmm, uncertain really. We witnessed a lady slamming her head against the wall—quite bizarre," he answered.

"Oh, perhaps we ought to depart at dawn tomorrow. Could the general be involved?" the goddess pondered.

"Unclear, anyway, let's just rest. Ugh, it seems ages since proper sleep; haa, exhaustion weighs heavy..."

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

Halting just beyond the tent flap, their faces slackened, bodies idle as they blankly observed the heavens.

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