The Journey of Survival After Turning into a Beautiful Girl

I don't know how long I have been in a coma, nor how many days have passed, but at least I can confirm that now

It's eleven thirty in the evening.

Looking at the heavy rain in the sky, he was in a daze and murmured.

"The night...is still long."

Slowly closing my eyes, feeling the cool wind blowing across my cheeks, before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, there was still heavy rain pouring in the sky, and the water on the ground flowed into rivers.

The dirty water on the face has spread up,

Submerged one of my hands in it.

"Uh~"

My mind was dizzy, and I wanted to sit up subconsciously, and I straightened my body forward, but a sharp pain caused me to fall to the ground.

"Ahhh!"

I covered the wound on my abdomen, gasped, and glanced down... Well, unfortunately, I couldn't see it.

In this regard, I can only say two words through gritted teeth.

"M...D..."

Chapter 89 A Corpse (Reward for Addition)

I got up slowly, and it looked like a wound that was a little smaller. I wanted to sit up, but I still couldn't do it. There was no spine.

Support, sit up this one, can't fix it

The body collapsed directly, and now the waist is only connected by the muscles on both sides. If the lower body is really broken, then

I have only one way to go, death.

Looking at the somewhat whitish pink tender flesh washed by the rain, he took out a bottle of red potion from his backpack, and cleaned his stomach little by little.

The rotten meat on the head.

The first time I woke up, my physical strength was not enough at all. Fortunately, the big thunder gave me a little physical strength, maybe it was just right at that time.

I raised my head and met Lei

Right?

Fortunately, my body does not conduct electricity, and it can even absorb electricity.

died.

Does this count as being unkind at home and pouring rain when I go out? Why do I always feel that every time I am particularly unlucky, the weather

will be very bad.

Is it my delusion? !

He took out a cotton swab, endured the pain, and picked out the whitish rotten flesh bit by bit, then applied disinfectant, and took out a stick from his backpack.

A towel, covering the wound, so as not to

Splashing too much rain.

My mind is groggy, so it won't be infected, right?

Or is it the cause of excessive blood loss?

All in all, the most important thing now is to quickly change the place and wrap the bandage around the waist a little bit. There is no way, the waist

With no effort, just

Forcibly passing the bandage from the back with my hands, the pain... don't mention it.

After wrapping the wound, he looked at the rain that was about to come ashore, gritted his teeth, and turned his body over little by little, without any spine.

Vertebral, I am afraid that turning over too fast will break the

broken waist.

"Uh!!"

Even though I was more careful, I still pulled the wound, which made me grin my teeth and let out a muffled grunt.

I found the flashlight from the bag, put it in my mouth, and then crawled forward little by little. The clothes were covered with sand, but I didn't care.

Not so much anymore.

It's really... embarrassing.

Crawling and crawling, crawling and resting for a while, I finally found a door, slowly crawled to the door, took out a pistol from my waist,

Aim at the door handle and open the number continuously

The gun, the already corroded rusty door was pierced with several holes, the iron sheet near the lock was smashed, and then

Push door.

"Crunch ~ crunch ~ bang!"

There was the sound of the iron door opening in the front, but the sound behind it was not the sound of the door suddenly opening, but the sound of the door lock coming from the door.

fell off and hit me on the head

on the sound.

"Nima!!"

He grabbed the corroded lock and threw it out viciously. He rubbed his dizzy head and continued to crawl and walk.

The porch is dusty, but it's okay

Clean, the floor is marble, with a bucket and mop next to it, no blood stains or anything, it looks like the end of the world

When it happens, this stadium should

It should be closed.

Climbed in a little bit, looked left and right, there was nothing in the dark corridor, and the silence was a little scary.

If it's an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't dare to go in here.

However, I am also a veteran who has lived in the apocalypse for two years, and this little fear is not enough to make me retreat, let alone my

It is impossible for my body to withstand the

It's raining.

I didn't pay attention when I just woke up, but now I realize that my body is about to fail.

I was very tired after climbing twice, and my mind was dizzy. If it rained outside again, I would probably die in the

outside.

I looked around and gritted my teeth. The closest to me was a wooden door on the left, and I didn't know what it was for.

Just go over there and have a look...

Crawling forward step by step, the surrounding environment is so quiet that only the rustling sound of my crawling can be heard, which makes people feel so quiet.

Some feel like going crazy.

But I can be sure that there are no zombies around here. Although I don't know what kind of methods that organization has, but

This method should be effective for a long time

A method that can isolate zombies and mutated monsters. If this matter can be figured out, then no matter who it is, it can be established

A safe base too.

Maybe after I recover, I can look for it to see if there are any traces left. If there is really a way, then

No, I'd really build a

Maybe the survivor base.

At least, there is a safe nest, isn't it?

When I was thinking about something, I had already climbed to the door of this door and tried to push it, but I didn't know if it was my luck.

Gas, this door is not locked, and save

I blasted the lock with my gun.

In fact, the gun can break the lock, but it may not be able to open the door easily, but if the door near the lock is opened

Bad, broken link doors and locks,

There is no longer a closed effect.

I took a photo with a flashlight, this seems to be a dormitory?

In the dusty room, there are eight bunk beds. In the dark dormitory, there is only a beam of light like my flashlight, left and right

sizing up.

There are two bunk beds on the left, two bunk beds on the right, and one on the side next to the window... what is that! !

He was taken aback for a moment, the place where the light and shadow swept just now seemed to have...a foot! !

Pulling out the gun, he raised his head abruptly, ignoring the painful fat on his chest!

a pair of feet.

Two legs.

A... desiccated corpse hanging from a chandelier.

"Crack!!!"

Lightning pierced the night sky, allowing me to see the situation in front of me clearly. The clothes on the corpse were already covered with dust.

corpse of a male with a chain around his neck