8

That was just such an insane number. I remembered keeping it up throughout all my exercising. Even while I was sprinting. I started looking into all my stats, and found that stamina was the only stat that didn't have two or three banked points in the stat. I'd even managed to accumulate a few in mental resilience.

That meant that no matter what I did as long as I put in some effort I would get stat points from exercising as long as I did it. Stamina was the only stat that was difficult to raise manually. Life or death combat seemed like the only way to increase my stamina quickly. I frowned at that thought. I would have smacked myself if there weren't people around. 

How could I be so stupid really? I shouldn't have assumed. I'd just kept trying to get the exact amount needed to increase my stats. I spent the rest of the day deep in thought as I wandered through the camp doing the things I needed to do. I collected the bone fragments, and made bone arrows from them. 

I managed to convince them to give me one core so I could craft a proper dagger from the armored shell of that level twenty monster. My basic crafting skill was coming in handy, but it really wasn't meant for any complex crafting. I could make basic clothing, which looking barely better then shabby rags, basic armor, and basic weapons. Even a few simple potions. 

All of which didn't require extra steps beyond attach or mix together. I wondered if the skill would evolve eventually like the spectral mapping skill would eventually once I actually managed to purchase the skill. I looked at my basic blade combat skill. It was the first of my earned skills. The experience bonus was looking like a nice little thing I'd be taking advantage of whenever my opponents got close. 

I would still like to avoid getting close for now though. I wasn't strong or high level enough to get a big head now. Six people died last night because they couldn't see the monsters coming until they were on them. I organized my thoughts, and stood up. I'd made my decision. 

I crossed the camp to where most of the commotion was. My body was clean, but still sore, and I had several small wounds. It stung a bit to move, but my vitality was slowly working away at what little pain was left. I wouldn't stay in the walls, and help boss man's kid get stronger. I was going to go out whether he wanted me to or not, and after last night he wouldn't have much choice in the matter. 

There weren't many that would willingly go outside the walls after six people had died. This camp was a dinner bell waiting to be rung without more supplies, and people. The walls needed to be expanded, and more people needed to be brought in. As much as I hated the idea of making boss man stronger I needed a safe place to sleep, and this camp was the best I was going to get for now. There was a meeting of sorts going on in one of the cleared out restaurants. 

It didn't seem like the subject of supplies had come up yet so I sat down at the back, and waited for my opportunity. No one had noticed me yet. I was quiet. Listening to the crowd as they ranted about the different things that worried them. What I heard through all that talking in circles was just one thing. 

Fear. 

These people were terrified. I resisted the urge to smirk. With all that fear being thrown around there wouldn't be many volunteers to go out. I stayed quiet, and continued to wait for the part of the talk where he would ask for volunteers. Not sending someone out for the basic necessities would be a mistake all around no matter how I thought of it. 

Then again I wasn't the one in charge, and what I thought might be way off from what the boss man was thinking. Boss man was the first one to spot me. The bags under his eyes told me that he'd been here since the fight had ended. Arranging new people to go up on the walls had probably taken some time, and then this gathering had probably taken up the rest of his time today. The sun was starting to go down, and exhaustion was weighing down most of the people here. 

It was beginning to look like the meeting would end simply because people were too tired to continue. 

"Are there anymore questions?" Boss man asked with an exhausted sigh. 

"Yeah," My voice carried as I stood up, "What are we going to do about the ammunition problem you mentioned earlier?"

Nervous murmurs spread through the room. 

"We plan to make more ammunition once the workshop is set up," He answered dismissively. 

"That fixes the problem later," I spoke up again before he could move on to another person, "We will need something to bridge the gap until then, because if we get attacked again like we did this morning then what we have left won't last long."

More murmurs only with a fearful tone. 

"What are you suggesting Lilian?" Boss man glared at me. 

His expression clearly said shut up while his tone invited an answer. 

"I suggesting a supply run," I answered bluntly, "One person that knows the area, and two or three strong people go with him. Our food situation could use a pick me up as well. Three backpacks of canned food or bullets would help our situation. Ten backpacks would be a game changer. If it goes south we can dump the bags, and run back to safety. Either way, the supplies will be that much closer to our little camp." 

"Absolutely not," He snapped. 

"I'm sorry, but there is no way we'll stay on the map here without enough supplies," I frowned, "Plus going out, and killing monsters strengthens us. We might even find a few men while we're out, and about. Regardless I plan to go out with or without your permission."