Snake didn't know how he had survived. The moment the grenade exploded, he was already pressed against the ground, but even so, he remembered feeling intense pain all over his body right before he lost consciousness.
He was now covered in dust, with several intense burning pains on his back, where shrapnel had torn through the wooden bed and left bleeding wounds on his body.
He coughed a few times, holding a gun, and crawled toward the outside of the room.
He could barely stand now; he was too injured!
He felt his clothes were sticky; he knew it was the result of being soaked in fresh blood. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew he must seek help quickly!
Using his hands and feet, he crawled slowly towards the door, and just as he was about to reach it, the door suddenly opened.
A pair of shiny new leather shoes appeared in his line of sight. He slowly lifted his head and saw several young faces.
"Mr. Snake?" the leader asked.
