Elvis heard the woman and believed she was the reason for his being in such a situation.
She must have moved the lid before and forgotten to put it back to where it was.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he was. If it hadn’t been for that, he would have been at home now.
Now the motorbike was broken, and he himself was injured, he really did not know how to make it home. There must be zombies wandering in the darkness nearby.
“Damn you!”
Ignoring the pain in his body, Elvis shouted at the well as he moved his motorbike. Then he climbed the metal stairway to reach the ground of the well.
Hearing the sound made by Elvis as he stepped on the ground, the woman said, “What are you doing here? Don’t come over. ”
But it was too late. Elvis was already in the well.
Elvis then found
