Chapter 41: Get Help

Bowen crawled as fast as he could. His old knee had not moved for a long time, so it felt stiff and a little weak. Continuous crawling made the hinges of his knee ache. His waist also felt a little sore. Damn old body! Bowen cursed silently. At a critical time like this, the joints in his body actually slowed down his movements. Bowen sat in the middle of the road, panting. His breath was not strong enough to continue the journey. His hands and knees felt sore from the friction with the ground and had made the surfaces of his hands and knees blistered and bleeding.

What's he doing here? Why did he take a break and waste time while his friends were between life and death? Bowen cursed himself. Bowen sat down with his breath panting and sweat pouring down his face. He took a handkerchief to wipe his face. His eyes stung from the beads of sweat that had entered his eyes. His chest heaved and felt a little sore. His stiff muscles screamed with pain. He tried to catch his breath f