Once the deer was fully roasted and seasoned, Hana dug in, chewing thoughtfully.
The warm, rich protein hit her empty stomach, and she could almost feel the tiny, greedy pulse in her lower abdomen settling down, satisfied with the offering.
As she ate, her mind was already mapping out the wiring diagram she had studied from the system's technical database earlier.
There was still a bit of information she had yet to grasp, but she was sure it would work out if she looked at the real thing.
Spending ten years surviving in a decaying, post-apocalyptic wasteland didn't just teach you how to shoot a gun, use a machete, or forage for scraps; it forced you to learn how to keep the lights on.
When the world fell apart, those who couldn't splice a wire, patch a generator, or read a basic schematics manual were the first to freeze in the dark.
