Yesterday, on another gloomy morning, the fire in the shelter had already gone out, leaving only a faint warmth, Vonia was also awakened by a sharp stomach cramp.
It wasn't just simple hunger—this was a substantial protest from her internal organs due to lack of energy.
While Kelly was gambling against fate on the distant ice surface, Vonia endured her stomach cramps, planning to delve deeper into the vast coniferous forest to the east of the shelter for an all-in attempt.
"Alright, folks. It's the twenty-eighth day, and this…" She stirred the contents of the pot with a wooden spoon, causing a sticky sound.
"This is my breakfast. Let me show you today's offering dishes—some plant roots I dug up yesterday, and some bark that tastes exactly like cardboard."
"And, to add a little more with a few miserably small mussels, wish me a good appetite." She rolled her eyes at the camera, her face full of unabashed disdain.
