ocean-life Chapter 7 Hungry (Part 3)
Chapter 7 Hungry (Part 3)
Kim Haru could tell that someone might've even fought here over a scrap of food.Looking at the chaotic mess in front of him, covered in stains of who-knows-what, Kim Haru closed his eyes for a moment.
No, he told himself, you've got to hold it together.
This is no time to let your obsessive-compulsive cleanliness get the better of you.
Forcing himself to ignore the urge to straighten things up, Kim Haru began
Kim Haru searched through each room, one by one.
Most of the private rooms had been picked clean—even the curtains, carpets, and thicker tablecloths had been taken by those who had come before.
Luckily, Kim Haru's bad luck hadn't completely cursed him.
In the crevice beneath a cabinet in one of the rooms, he found half a bottle of water that had somehow rolled in there at some point.
The bottle looked much like the regular plastic water bottles Kim Haru was used to seeing in his world, though he didn't recognize the brand or the label on it.
But now wasn't the time to be picky about such details.
Kim Haru quickly unscrewed the cap and took a swig.
The cool water soothed his parched throat instantly, offering a moment of relief.
He only drank one mouthful before carefully tightening the cap and setting the bottle aside.
It wasn't that Kim Haru didn't want to drink; heaven knows how much he wished he could gulp down the water by the mouthful.
But he couldn't.
He didn't know if he would ever be lucky enough to find water again, just like he still hadn't found any food.