A Rational Zombie

Chapter 90

The motorcycles. Theyre easy to control. The user manual was very thorough. If only the prey had openable bricks like this for everything. Thatd be nice. Instead of learning by observing, reading is much easier. But theres a problem with the motorcycles. They need fuel. And I have no idea where to get it. Unless I figure out how, the motorcycles are worthless to me. At most, they can be used for a quick escape. But then Id have to push them along first, not using any fuel if I want to escape. If I go too fast, the others cant keep up. And the prey must have a hard time finding fuel too. If they didnt, then so many four-wheeled motorcycles wouldnt have been abandoned. The first prey I ate inside of one wouldve driven away instead of waiting to die.

I thoroughly exhausted the fuel of one motorcycle while practicing. I dont consider it a waste. I learned how long the motorcycle lasted on half a tank of gas. Definitely enough for me to escape from a group of prey, no matter how large. And I familiarized myself with controlling it. Reading is good for learning. But applying what I learned requires tests. But now, I cant test anymore. The motorcycle is out of gas. I already learned what I wanted about controlling it. Now, I can figure out ways to deal with it.

The motorcycle doesnt maneuver as well on grass compared to on the road. If the prey are going to drive them, theyre going to drive them on the road. With how heavy these motorcycles are, itd be too difficult for a single prey to lift them out of a deep hole. But holes cant be dug on roads, the place theyre mostly driven. And I cant keep using the same method as before to deal with them. My arms will be torn out. Or my chest will break again after hitting a tree. It still hasnt healed yet. But it doesnt bother me too much, only interfering with my height.

Its possible for me to tie the rope to an other, have it bear the brunt of the force. But thats only under the condition that prey dont know Im there. If theyre alert, theyll notice the rope. If its daytime, theyll notice the rope. If there arent any trees nearby, I cant tie the rope. Theres too many problems with my previous method. If prey on motorcycles were to attack me, I wouldnt have a chance with that method. Thats why, Ill figure out how to destroy these motorcycles by learning through practical experienceby destroying this motorcycle.

Ive used the motorcycle for a while. The most important part of it has to be its wheels. Without the wheels, even if everything else is working, it cant move. If other parts are broken, with the wheels, the motorcycle can still move by being pushed. Without the wheels, if the prey want to move it, they have to lift it. To destroy a motorcycle, I have to start with its wheels. Using a metal stick doesnt work. Its not like a preys head. Its softer, more flexible. If anything, its more like a preys butt: fleshier, harder to break the bones underneath.

Ill try shooting it with a bow. Thats what I shouldve done first. Chances are, if a prey is on a motorcycle, I wont have the chance to hit the wheel with a metal stick or a spear. The motorcycle will run me over instead. The only chance I have is from a distance with my bow. Itll be hard to hit the wheel with an arrow considering how fast the motorcycle moves. But what other chance do I have? The possibility is slim. But its the only one. If the arrow cant do anything to the motorcycle, the only choice I have when facing off against motorcycles is to escape behind a tree.

I separated myself from the motorcycle. Not too far, not too close. I shot an arrow at it. And missed. Embarrassing. It wasnt even moving. How was I going to hit it when it was? I readied another arrow, tried again, missed again. Odd. My hit ratio was one out of two after copying the prey. Third times the charm. I missed again. What was going on? Four arrows, five, six, all of them missed. Did something change? Im using the same bow, the same arrow, the same posture. The only thing that changed is my injury to the chest, the loss of vision in one eye, a stab wound to my face. It must be the loss of vision. Maybe the broken chest too. Does this mean I cant use a bow to defend myself anymore? How terrible.

I should wait. Let my injuries heal before hunting more prey. I have the meat smoking inside the building. I still have a lot of meat stored away in bags too. Even after waiting for my injuries to heal, Ill have leftover food to last me several weeks. Im really glad I learned how to preserve food. If I had to hunt prey every day, Id die. After receiving one injury, another injury is more likely to happen. Injury after injury, eventually Ill be injured to the point of being unable to hunt prey. With the food-preservation techniques, I can rest after every encounter without worry. Its a good thing I prioritized finding a preservation method.

But in the end, thats not enough. Just preserving food isnt enough to satisfy me. I want to grow food, have an unending source of it. If I can do that, I wont have to hunt, ever. Hunting is dangerous; my injuries are a clear sign. If I can create an unending source of food, I wont have to worry about losing my brain to hunger, wont have to worry about dying to prey. After that, I can spend my time leisurely looking for God, ask him about what Ive forgotten, find out why he changed me. Then, maybe, I could even eat him.

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