The turbid wind rushed down her throat straight into her lungs, as if her entire nasal cavity and trachea were clogged with sand, making each breath exceptionally difficult.
Yvonne Finley ran fast and hard. Even though she was not physically strong and had learned only the barest basics of self-defense, at this moment, she felt utterly powerless.
The sounds behind her relentlessly pursued her.
The light was so dim, and she ran in a concealed and confusing direction, making it impossible for those behind her to shoot her on the first try.
But a person's endurance is inevitably limited, especially for someone with a physique like Yvonne Finley, her stamina was considerably deficient.
She felt as though her heart was about to explode inside her chest.
But she couldn't stop.
The further away she was, the safer it would be for Caleb Baker.
She ran till her cheeks turned pale, and her lips gradually turned purple.
Until.
A gunshot echoed from behind her.
