While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 38: The Long-Haired Monster

After we got to the camp, Abbott took one look at the women with me and quickly looked away.

He gave me this look, like he was trying to figure me out all over again.

"Are these the others from your camp?" Abbott asked, clearly surprised.

I nodded and gave him a quick rundown of the situation. He finally got what kind of mess I was in.

Before he left the tent, he gave my shoulder a heavy pat.

What was that supposed to mean? I didn't do anything to these girls!

After leaving the tent, I helped the girls get settled in.

Well, "settled in" might be a bit of a stretch since there were already plenty of women here, and they didn't really need my help.

Plus, being here gave them a chance to chat and connect with others.

It was actually good for them.

The older women in the camp took care of them, while Abbott and I were busy prepping for our planned action.

The plan itself wasn't too complicated, but we had to be ready for any surprises.

"Most of the unexpected stuff isn't a big deal. I remember where the traps are around the camp and the general area where the wolves show up," said Dennis Gonzalez, another guy from Abbott's camp.

He didn't look super strong, but he wasn't weak either. He had a thin, handsome face, and the best part was, he was a geological surveyor.

According to him, he often camped on deserted islands or in deserts. Surviving there was a piece of cake for him, no big deal at all.

A lot of the camp's facilities were his designs, both stylish and practical, and easy to make.

Honestly, I admired the guy. He was seriously skilled, and his knowledge was on another level compared to ours.

"By the way, you look pretty strong. We've got a weapon here that might suit you," Abbott said, leading me to the back of the camp.

The camp was surrounded by big trees, with several lined up behind the tents. In the soil under the trees was a short knife.

The knife wasn't big, with some dark patterns on it, looking pretty fancy but still usable.

I glanced at Abbott, then at the knife.

"Go ahead, try picking it up... but just so you know, it's really heavy," Abbott said, and he wasn't kidding.

I reached out and picked up the knife, feeling its surprising weight. It was only as long as a forearm, but it was heavy!

No wonder Abbott mentioned it. Even a strong guy like him would struggle with a knife this heavy—it weighed as much as a full-sized sword.

The small size and heavy weight seemed perfect for me. It felt like it was made for my strength.

I checked out the knife and noticed the handle had a compass built into it.

No wonder they had it stuck in the ground behind the camp; they were using it as a compass!

I strapped the knife to my back and got ready to track down the owner of that tuft of fur.

Before letting Charlie sniff it, I checked out the tuft of fur. It wasn't super soft but felt smooth, probably from some animal's pelt.

But this animal had to be dead; otherwise, the fur wouldn't be so dry and tangled, and it wouldn't have lost its shine.

I held the tuft of fur under Charlie's nose, and soon enough, he picked up the scent and took off.

I followed right behind him.

We dashed through the forest, with a group of people carefully searching the area for any signs.

Charlie ran for a few miles before suddenly stopping, staring at a thicket about 100 feet away, waiting for me.

I couldn't see anything in the thicket, so I moved closer to get a better look.

Out of nowhere, a gray figure jumped out.

I thought it was a gray wolf and raised my arms to block, but it ignored me and leaped right past.

Only then did I dare to look back. Turned out, the gray figure was actually the creature we were after—the long-haired weirdo!

The weirdo seemed scared, making noises and running around.

The others who had followed me quickly pinned the wild man to the ground and tied him up with ropes. But he kept struggling, eyes filled with terror.

Then, two gray wolves emerged from the thicket, drooling as they charged at me.

I thought there was only one wild man, but now we had two gray wolves to deal with too. I wasn't sure if this was good or bad for us.

Seeing that I was about to be knocked down by the wolves, Abbott rushed over, grabbed the wolf's paws on me, and before the wolf could react, he grabbed its mouth and slammed it to the ground.

The wolf twitched a few times before slowly getting up, glaring at Abbott with blood-red eyes.

It seemed pissed at Abbott, but that took a lot of pressure off me.

With just one wolf left, I could handle it.

I got up from the ground, ready to face the other wolf. Its front paw was a bit lame, probably injured, with obvious bloodstains on it.

But that didn't stop it from lunging at me.

As it jumped, I grabbed its front paw and pressed my fingers hard on its wound.

The gray wolf howled in pain, opening its bloody mouth to bite my face.

I couldn't dodge, so I grabbed its lower jaw with my hand.

Its sharp teeth pierced my skin, leaving several bloody holes, but the wolf couldn't bite down.

I pried its jaw open until I heard the sound of bones breaking.

The wolf's bite was strong, but my strength seemed to have grown to an insane level.

The wolf in my hand was still struggling, but it had no strength left. I placed it on the ground, and it could only lie there, making threatening sounds.

On the other side, Abbott had taken care of the other wolf.

Using the short knife, I skinned both the two wolves.

As I carried the wolf pelts to the weirdo, I realized they were wearing wolf pelts!

I immediately shared this discovery with the others, who were just as surprised.

So now we could confirm that the weirdos were actually humans wearing wolf pelts!

Plus, we captured a live weirdo, which might help us uncover the secrets of these weirdos.