Despite the pain, I crawled into the elevator. The group chasing me nearly caught up, but the doors slid shut just before their hands could reach me.Sweat soaked through my shirt as pain surged through my body, clinging tightly to my skin. Watching the floor numbers climb, I finally let out a breath of relief. The pain in my legs was giving way to a sense of numbness, and I knew time was running out.The disembodied voice announced, "11th Floor, Donation Department."The scream for help died in my throat as the doors slid away to reveal the trio standing outside. "Where do you think you're going, Dr. Greenwood?"They were all breathing hard, but I felt as if my very soul had frozen with fear."God, you can run. Good thing we caught up to you, Dr. Greenwood.""Stop messing around, Cynthia. Donation isn't a game. I can't let you kill yourself!""What's wrong with your legs, Dr. Greenwood?" Yvonne asked gently, though there was nothing gentle in her eyes. "Maybe we should take y
더 보기