I found the hatch just in time and opened it.
Every muscle, every cell of my body, was screaming in protest, and yet, I had to keep going.
Slipping inside the medical bunker, I used my remaining strength to close the door and lock it behind me.
I didn't bother to look around the room. There was no point in figuring out my next move. I had pushed my body too far, and it had officially given up on me.
I tried to take a step forward, but my legs shook and gave out, sending me crashing to the floor. The freezing cold floor.
"It's all good, Kitten. You made it. The zombies are searching through the primary bunker, looking for you, but they don't seem to be destroying anything. Smart move with the beer," whispered Cheng Bo Jing as his ghostly fingers slid through my hair.
I didn't bother to move or even acknowledge his statement.
