It hurt so fucking much I wanted to die!
"Just die already!"
My body kept repairing itself, but hordes of Zombies kept pouring through the opening ahead. Before long, the ground
beneath my feet was covered in Zombie corpses.
I looked up and felt a wave of despair. Fatty Two was stuck again, and
he was wedged exactly two
meters below the mouth of the well, unable to move up or down.
Seeing that, I knew we weren't getting out anytime soon... In that case, I'd kill as many as I could!
I'd worry about the rest later! It wasn't as if I could drown!
"Aaaagh! Fuck you!"
Agony kept assaulting my brain. It hurt so badly I wished I were dead, yet I couldn't even pass out. It was worse than torture...
Every second felt like
an entire day.
At last... my blood reached the limit of how fast it could flow!
"Pfft! Hiss—"
Blood sprayed from the pores all over my body. My skin split from the heat and dehydration, aging before my eyes and exposing
the scalding muscle beneath.
"Aaaaaagh!"
The tearing skin brought another unbearable surge of pain. All I could do was take it out on the Zombies ahead. The pain
even turned my vision black. Then
a violent impact struck my face. Before I could close my eyes, the tear gland at the corner of my eye burst with a pop,
and blood sprayed out!
My vision was instantly stained red. The flashlight, the only source of light at the bottom of the well, made everything seem
even dimmer...
Unable to see, I flailed my arms wildly and crushed whatever I grabbed!
Rock from the well wall, Zombie heads, limbs—I even grabbed a metal box... It was an ammo box for the M163,
but