Chapter 61

So of course, since none of those things existed yet to my knowledge, I went with the second-best thing.

I went on with my day as if there was nothing wrong.

Not a better way to fix yourself other than repressing all your emotions, am I right, or am I right?

What is the point of being sad if I could just force myself to smile?

And so I did so.

Getting up and wiping my tear-filled face, I threw on a wry smile, one that looked oblivious to everything that was happening.

Any other human would have realized that the smile never really reached my eyes, but I pushed on making sure that my smile looked normal, not that anyone around would have seen it anyway.

'Smile' I told myself as I skinned the corpse of the animal I had slain.

'Smile' I told myself as I created a fire, something my father had taught me in the countless camping trips we had gone on, despite the wood and flammable materials around me not being as big or as damp as I was used it.

'Smile' I told myself as I roasted the wolf's parts, like the arms and legs while keeping things such as the stomach, liver, and several other organs to eat later, or at least before they rot.

I went on with my day, choosing the end my pressure on the red monkeys or at least put it on hold until some time when I actually feel like becoming a skinless, organless, muscle-less corpse.

I quickly returned to my cave, not caring much about my surroundings as I simply moved too fast and with too much agility to look right or left, since there was always a tree blocking my sight.

Eventually, by following the tracks me and the monkeys left behind, mainly the monkeys though, I finally found my cave, entering it and making more food for myself as I had just run for almost 3 hours straight on the way back.

For the rest of the day, I created a few more weapons for myself, mainly using stones and wood to create stone tools wherever I saw suitable.