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A few hours later, I packed necessary things into my backpack. A journal and a few pencils, a first aid kit, a knife, hobo tools, a flashlight, a thermometer, a compass, and a handgun with some ammo. Oh, and also a couple of extra pairs of glasses. Just in case.
Terminac is some distance away from here, it's really far. Studying a map carefully, I spot what appears to be a river that will lead towards the port city. I know this river, I actually have to cross it when heading towards the human kingdom last night.
I didn't bother to bring the shotgun, I would have to work on using my agility and wits in order survive without it. It's been a wonder on where on earth would Chernov get such weapons, but then something came to mind. I rushed back towards Chernov's house and looked underneath his bed, there it is: A Browning Compound Bow. It uses a levering system to bend the limbs instead of the usual recurve action one, it is the most accurate bow design anyone could get their hands on.
It is a bit heavy, but I could cope with that. I could make arrows out of regular tree branches so I don't have to worry about ammunition, what a major advantage for me.
But I also begin to wonder this puzzling question, why would Chernov leave everything he worked for behind? It just doesn't make any sense, of course he can't move everything with him but I'm sure he has his reasons.
I strapped the Compound Bow onto my torso, luckily it is small enough for me to handle. Chernov may be tall but at least he uses something that is familiar to the Smurfs, might make Hunter Smurf proud if he's still alive.
Before I left the village, I sat there at the foot of my house. I've lived in the village for all of my life, 170 years to be exact. The thought I'm going to leave and never come back made me burst into tears, I just have to let it out. Everyone I knew is dead, and those those who were half dead I finished off. I cried for hours, getting all of my emotions out of my system.
I know what I said earlier about being cold-hearted, but I had no time to feel bad – it was postponed up until now. Simply sitting there crying myself out felt horrible, but at least this life changing event won't haunt me for the rest of my life. I survived, I was left for dead and yet I lived to tell the tale. Why did I survive? How come not Hefty since he has muscle,? Why not Papa Smurf or Grandpa Smurf survived since they have a lot more wisdom than me?
Chernov had saved me, did he really knocked me out? I may never know the truth but at least it's something to think about during my trip, a trip to learn the world on how it works. But what am I looking for? Knowledge. My books are outdated so it's best to go out and look for whatever is out there. As much specific detail as possible, I'll might accomplish something for the Smurfs. Whatever that something is.
Once I finished crying, I wiped my glasses clean before putting them back on. I got up onto my feet and head off towards the river, this might as well get interesting. The forest was still silent as I walked through it, all animal life cease to exist in this area. Either it's caused by the zombies or by the fires, I'm just glad that there aren't anymore zombies for me to deal with
When I approached the river, I sat everything down and begin to build a raft. In fact I used a lot of wood, I simply built a platform with wood bound together by rope and glue. There's about three to four layers of it, I have a steering steering rudder and everything. Not to mention an oar out of wood as well, it looked quite great by the way. It was big enough for me to sit on, lie down, it's like a mobile home on water.
I finished building the thing and I pushed it into the river, it floats as expected. But can it hold my weight? I jumped on to find out, and it can. With the oar, I pushed myself into the center of the river and I began to float down towards it. With Gargamel dead, I could breath a lot easier with him out of the equation.
And so I left for Terminac, off to a new a adventure. Leaving behind a wasteland as I head for greener pastures. My world has changed and I must explore it, to adapt to it. This doesn't sound like a smurf, but how do you expect me to live?
Not many of my questions have been answered, but it was still a great adventure though.
THE END