"Hurry up, hurry up." No. 7 couldn't help but Mutter in his heart. He resisted the urge to reach out and pull open the elevator door that was slowly opening. He turned his head and looked into the distance. He could already see the head of the giant mutated white mouse running closer and closer.
Number three was crawling forward on the ground. The blood that was flowing out of the wounds on her arms and thighs had been dragged along by her, leaving a long trail. It was a ghastly sight.
Her face was ferocious, the veins on her forehead were protruding, and her eyes were filled with hatred.
Number Seven's eyes accidentally met hers. Her expression looked as if she wanted to eat someone up. Number seven did not look away, but number three unexpectedly opened her mouth and revealed her white teeth.
With death at hand, number three probably knew that she could not escape. The pain and fear made her cheek muscles Twitch instinctively, and her smile was a little strange.
