Chapter 14: Conflict (Extra Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

After thinking it over, I stopped dwelling on it. It was probably for the best that he'd taken them. At least they were two deadly weapons—good for self-defense, right?

I just hoped you wouldn't die before I found you.

Ugh, I'd better not think about it. My jinxing had rarely failed me.

I stood up, patted my groggy face, shook my head, tidied my backpack, and ate something. I felt much

better.

I took a Glock, turned, and walked out the door, a piece of candy in my mouth. I made my way to the storehouse and found a shovel, then went into the courtyard and found the biggest tree. There, I started digging.

I'd thought it would be an easy job, but it turned out to be pretty exhausting. Maybe it was because I rarely did this kind of farm work. I wasn't used to it.

Still, I was a mutant, and my body was strong. After an hour, I'd managed to dig a hole a meter deep.

I stuck the shovel into the ground and headed for the main hall. Looking at the old monk still sitting there, I figured he probably couldn't move anymore. At the very least, his joints must have stiffened. I could just toss him in like this... Ahem, lay him in the hole.

I walked over.

"Old monk, I'm going to bury you. Don't come back as a corpse, okay?"

I looked him up and down, then picked up his body. He was surprisingly light. Maybe it was because he'd dried into a mummy?

I carried him, cushion and all, to the hole, then found a piece of yellow cloth and laid it over him before filling the hole with dirt.

As the dust slowly covered the old monk's body, the yellow cloth