The rows of houses here were abundant, small, and narrow. While she ran, a few households were cooking at their doorsteps, but everyone acted as if nothing were amiss, indifferent in expression and countenance as they saw her being chased.
In all her life, she had never come across such a bizarre place.
Shootings and manhunts seemed to be the norm here, the children's faces devoid of innocence, while the women's eyes lacked any brightness. Only the men on the streets had a ferocious look about them, and the air was heavy with an ominous presence.
This place was nothing like a normal world.
Norris Moore was being chased to the brink of desperation.
She couldn't run any longer.
A woman's strength simply couldn't match that of a man, especially since she had been hospitalized for so long.
Listening to the footsteps that were drawing closer and closer, a nightmarish fear surged in her heart, and she leaned against the wall, gasping for breath as she moved further inside.
