As a reporter, the most important professional quality was being able to run fast. A female reporter who couldn't finish the hundred-meter dash in under nine seconds had no prospects or Future.
So although Laurie looked like an ordinary girl, she was decisive and brave enough. Her legs wouldn't go weak at critical moments, and her starting speed rivaled that of a professional athlete.
The door of the room where Phage had just devoured half a body opened, and a burly giant stepped out of the pitch-black room. He swung a massive iron chain in his hand like a Cowboy swinging a lasso. The mottled iron hook at one end of the strange weapon was still covered in chunks of flesh and fragments of internal organs.
As the heavy weapon spun, it made a whistling sound as it cut through the air and spread a bloody stench, like some bloodthirsty Beast panting behind its prey.
Laurie didn't dare look back. She could only lower her head and run, but even so, she could feel the source of darkness drawing closer and closer behind her.
Her heart pounded wildly, her vision periodically went dark, and a burning sensation rose from the organs in her chest and abdomen through her airway. Her mouth was dry, and her pupils dilated with fear.
Yet the corridor, which should not have been long, now seemed like an uncrossable chasm. No matter how she ran, she couldn't reach the end.
Maybe it was some kind of magic? Maybe a spatial superpower? Laurie's mind was in chaos, and all she could do was keep fleeing for her life.
But misfortunes never came alone. Ahead of her, where the light of the exit shone, a figure suddenly appeared.
He was a black man holding an automatic rifle in