My Harvest Skill for Wasteland Survival novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48 Hunted on the Road

With one foot planted on the wolf’s head, Reina gripped the Ironthorn Beast spike with both hands and yanked hard.

The small machete had sunk in deep, so she had to struggle for quite a while before finally pulling it free.

Outside, the howls of mutant wolves still echoed, but with the giant wolf’s corpse blocking the doorway. they couldn’t get in for now.

For some reason, the wolves outside neither clawed at the corpse nor climbed over it to squeeze inside.

After Reina was carried into the east room, Sasha immediately began treating the wound on her leg.

“This cut is too deep. You probably won’t be able to travel tomorrow.”

Still shaken, Sasha examined the injury, put on a mask, took out a small medical kit, and slipped on a pair of clean gloves.

She then cut open the leg of the protective suit with scissors and began disinfecting, stitching, applying medicine, and bandaging the wound with practiced ease.

“Good thing the bone isn’t damaged. Otherwise, this leg would’ve been ruined.”

Sasha let out a soft sigh and said quietly, “This injury is serious. It’ll take at least a month or two before you can walk again. Once we’re back at the base, you should go to a hospital. They have professionals there.”

Reina nodded. “Thank you, Sasha.”

“No need to be so polite. You got hurt saving us. I should be thanking you instead,” Sasha replied gently.

Just as the bandaging was finished, a few people from the west room came over, crying and begging Sasha to stitch up their wounds as well.

Sasha said helplessly, “Stitching alone won’t help. I’m out of medicine.”

She didn’t have much antiseptic powder left, and she needed it for Reina’s dressing change tomorrow. How could she give it to strangers?

Seeing they couldn’t get any medicine, the group could only sob and return.

Sasha sighed and muttered, “I heard three people died over there in the west room, all killed by the mutant wolves. Several others were injured too.”

Reina listened with her eyes closed, her head spinning.

But from outside, waves of wolf howls kept coming, and she couldn’t help worrying that the mutant wolves might storm the house.

Her consciousness gradually blurred until everything went dark.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on a flatbed cart, pulled by a burly man she didn’t recognize.

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Chloe sat beside her, holding the Ironthorn Beast spike in her arms, her sharp gaze constantly scanning the surroundings.

“You’re awake? Want some water?” Chloe noticed immediately and hurriedly lifted a canteen to Reina’s lips

Reina took a few sips, the burning dryness in her throat easing slightly.

She raised a hand to touch her forehead, and it was burning hot.

“You’ve got a fever.” Chloe quickly placed a cool, damp cloth on her head and said softly, “We don’t have any fever medicine. This is all we can do to cool you down.”

Reina closed her eyes in acknowledgment, then glanced to both sides, seeing Dylan and Sasha, along with Ursula and Merrick, walking beside the cart.

Around them followed a group of survivors, all pale with fear, moving quickly and silently. No one dared

make a sound.

Curious, Reina craned her neck and looked back.

The sight nearly scared the fever out of her.

About a dozen feet behind them were more than ten giant mutant wolves.

Each stood over three feet tall, with bodies stretching to ten feet long, pacing step by step behind the group.

She could clearly see their bloodthirsty golden slit pupils locked onto the humans ahead, saliva dripping from their bared fangs.

“How did we get out?” Reina asked hoarsely.

Chloe pointed to the spike in her arms. “They seem afraid of this. We used it to force them back and made

our way out.”

Reina glanced toward Dylan, Merrick, and the others further behind. They, along with a few survivors, held machetes as they slowly retreated step by step.

Reina shook her head.

With just these people, they were no match for the pack.

Wolves were cunning, and they would keep following so they could strike at the right moment.

If only some mercenaries showed up… They had guns and even grenades. They might be able to drive the wolves away.

As the thought crossed her mind, Reina suddenly realized she had no one she could truly turn to.

How pathetic. Eighteen years alive, and not a single friend she could rely on.

Looking back on her short life, aside from going to school, she had spent all her time out harvesting and earning money, never a moment of rest.

As for her family, they only cared about profit. Her role as a daughter was probably just to earn and support

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the household.

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