Dark Rain Clouds 1

The rabbits hadn't returned, and Kyrie was grateful for that. Moving their corpses was too much of a job for a single, frail person like him to do in these conditions. Starving, awakened from a coma, with subpar clothes for a blizzard.

All odds stacked against him from the beginning, not that they weren't before. 'So many corpses…' With a deep breath, he lays the skin and fur of one of these rabbits on an improvised rack he made.

Almost all tables were twisted and broken with the chairs to form racks to hang their skin so he could start the process of curing, the racks who wasn't with skin, were with their meat so it could dry and be better to stock later on.

Without the fear of it rotting or becoming stale with the cold's help, the process was easier than it seemed. A cold so angry that it killed most bacteria, even if it didn't kill, he could cook the meat with water and then resume the drying.