The Tenth Year of the End of the World"

13-16

He turned around and was about to call it, but he saw a black shadow slamming down from a nearby branch and hooding his head towards the little monster.
　　I reacted very quickly and swung the bamboo pole in my hand quickly. The thing heard the cracking sound of my bamboo pole swinging in mid-air, and subconsciously changed its direction and landed in another place. I shouted: "Ginger Sheep!" and ran towards it.
　　That black shadow was a fox with gray-yellow and black-gray fur. It had a long body, almost as big as a wolf. The barbs on its claws were very obvious, and its fangs also protruded. 　My eyes were fixed on the furry fox. Suddenly it moved and ran directly under the bamboo pole. I hit the bamboo pole down with my backhand, but it had expected it. It seemed like a light jump and jumped onto the bamboo pole, quickly approaching my face. 　　Once I was approached, the bamboo pole in my hand was of no use. I dropped the bamboo pole and leaned down to avoid the fox's claws. I raised my hand to touch the little monster that had just thrown it at my feet. He picked up the basket on his side and hit the fox with a wave of his hand. 　　I have become too relaxed recently because of the comfortable environment. I don't even bring a hatchet with me when I go out. Now I only have this bamboo pole in my hand. The small sickle tied to the bamboo pole is used to cut rice. It is not sharp at all and is very thin, no more than cutting a locust flower. It is difficult to hurt this kind of fox, which is famous for its cunning. Moreover, this bamboo pole is very long and it is actually very inconvenient for me to hold it in my hand. 　　The mutated fox walked around me, its front paws tentatively moving forward, obviously not wanting to give up on the little monster behind me. This sucks because it means I have to hurt it before it quits. 　　The mutated fox was obviously targeting the little monster. Most hunters in nature will focus on animals that are easier to catch. Females with children are the easiest targets. Humans are no different from other animals, and are even more fragile. After the end of the world, many mutant animals regard humans as food. There are not many people who have died in the mouths of mutant animals. I have long been used to it. 　　The little monster seemed to realize what happened at this time, dropped the basket and hid behind me. It has not been in danger since it was born, and this is the first time it has encountered an aggressive animal.
　　This is a mutant fox. I have never seen this mutant fox around here before. It must have come to the other side of the mountain. This thing is obviously much more difficult to deal with than the mutant mouse. I held the bamboo pole with both hands and blocked the little monster behind me.

　　I felt like I hit the fox’s front paw, but the bamboo basket was also scratched by the fox’s sharp claws. I didn't expect to hit it with the bamboo basket, I just wanted to buy time.
　　I dragged up the little monster squatting behind me, pushed it to the roadside, quickly pulled the bamboo pole across my hand, and took the small sickle on the tip of my hand.
　　The fox舔 held舔 its own claws, and its brown eyes moved flexibly. Suddenly, it moved again, and this time the target was not the little monster further away, but me.
　　……
　　I cut the front paw of the furry fox, and it quickly jumped up the tree and disappeared. The arms on my shoulders were all covered by those The fox's sharp claws scratched me, leaving several deep marks. Blood came out all of a sudden and dyed the clothes on my shoulders red.
　　The little monster was pushed by me and rolled into the grass on the roadside. Now his head was covered with grass ash and he stumbled towards me. I shouted: "Don't move!" "Then he took a vigilant look at the place where the fox disappeared, and walked towards the little monster holding the blood-stained sickle tightly.
　　My face was still stained with the blood of the fox just now, and it looked a bit ferocious. The little monster stood there stiffly with its paws curled up, looking at me in a daze. I pushed it and took it with me. It takes a detour home.
　　I was very vigilant along the way. The little monster held me tightly and did not dare to make a sound. After returning home, I closed the door, bolted the door, went straight to the well, gritted my teeth and took off my clothes, took a spoonful of the water I had drawn out earlier, and poured it on my shoulders. The blood fell to the ground along with the water droplets, and soon formed a red pool. I bent my elbows, rolled up the clothes into a ball, put them in the socket of my elbows, pressed them hard, and washed the wounds with cold well water.
　　I knew how embarrassed I looked now without looking in the mirror. When I got up, I felt dizzy in my head. I held on to the water pressure pole on the well to avoid falling. I walked into the room to look for Take out some strips of cloth and wrap them around the wound. But the wound kept bleeding. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes. I raised my hand and pressed hard on the depression under the collarbone to stop the bleeding. I pressed it until my eyes went black for a while.
　　I haven’t been injured in a long time. The smell of blood made me a little confused, but it also seemed to calm me down a lot. I thought about my state just now. I should be afraid. Just like many times before, when I was injured, I would be afraid that I would die so easily.
　　I thought of the little monster again. It seemed to be very frightened.
　　"咩咩......" I raised my head and saw the little monster huddled at the door, shouting softly at me. Half of its body was wet, and it was too close to me when I was cleaning the wound just now. I probably fell down when I came here and was covered in mud.
　　I waved to it, and it immediately stood up and ran towards me. It fell down again before running two steps, and then climbed up and rubbed towards me without saying a word. As soon as it touched me, I started to shiver and made a light hiccup sound in my throat.
　　Being so frightened is so squeamish.
　　I touched its soft black hair with my good hand, then got up and went to the bedside cabinet to find some clean clothes for it.
　　"You can change it yourself."
　　"I'll take a rest first. There's food at home. If you're hungry, go get it yourself." The little monster will know how to do it by himself. I'm not worried about finding food.
　　I fell on the bed and fell asleep. 　a>