No human could survive such a traumatic injury.
The corridor was silent. Time ticked by, flowing in a slow viscous manner like sand slipping through a musty hourglass. Bliss waited for a few minutes longer, yet Lin Sanjiu still remained unmoving on the floor.
The incessant whirring noise was diminishing as the air ventilation system slowed to a stop. The remaining fumes lingered thinly in the air, shielding Lin Sanjiu away in the greyish blanket. The little girl who came out of the [Penguin Publishing's Pop-up Storybook] had completely turned into a zebra. However, she transformed back into a piece of paper a minute later. She fell off the zebra's skin and laid quietly in a crooked manner on the floor.
