Chapter 89: A Corpse (Extra Chapter for Tips) (Continued)

I finished bandaging the wound and glanced at the rainwater that was about to reach me. Gritting my teeth, I turned over inch by inch. Without a spine, I was afraid that moving too fast would snap me in half.

"Urgh!!"

Despite all my care, I still tugged at the wound. Pain twisted my face, and a muffled groan escaped me.

I took a flashlight from my bag, held it between my teeth, and began crawling forward. Mud and sand covered my clothes, but I couldn't worry about that now.

I was... a mess.

I crawled for a while, rested, then crawled some more. At last, I found a door. I slowly made my way to it, pulled the pistol from my waist, and

fired several shots at the handle. The rust-eaten door now had several holes in it. The metal around the lock was shot to pieces, so I pushed

the door.

"Creeeak... creak, creak... clang!"

The first sounds were the iron door opening. That last clang wasn't the door suddenly swinging wide. It was the lock falling off

the door and hitting me on the head.

"Fuck!!"

I grabbed the badly corroded lock and hurled it away, rubbed my dizzy head, and kept crawling. Dust filled the corridor, but at least it was

fairly clean. The floor was marble, and a bucket and mop stood to one side. There were no bloodstains, either. It looked as though the stadium

had been closed when the apocalypse began.

I crawled inside bit by bit and looked around. There was nothing at the far end of the dark corridor. The silence was almost frightening.

An ordinary person probably wouldn't have dared go any farther.

But I was a veteran who had survived two years of the apocalypse. A little fear wasn't