Jenny Braun walked carefully through the corridors, constantly looking for people who could help her. In order to increase her success rate, she had to dress herself up.
Jenny's original hairstyle was broken up and changed into a shawl. According to a social magazine, this can enhance the charm of women and is a certain degree of sexual suggestion. She also used the cosmetics she carried with her to give herself a darker look.
, and tore all his expensive Chanel fashions.
The original black hip-hugging one-step skirt became an ultra-short cheongsam that was pulled open on both sides. The white suit was unbuttoned and half-opened. The breast wrapping inside was removed, and a flesh-colored half-cup bra held up her breasts, exposing her breasts.
Deep ravine.
In the past, Jenny would never have dressed up in such a vulgar way. She was a top student at the School of Journalism at New York University and the youngest columnist for the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times. She was born with a good eloquence, and her dream was to win a Pulitzer Prize
prize.
But now that everything has passed, I'm afraid there will never be another Pulitzer Prize. The media all over the world always want to make a big news. Now that the really big news has appeared, the media is finished.
When the catastrophe occurred, Jenny continued to send out press releases, but soon she found that she was also caught in the disaster. There was no food and water, and the network became unreliable. As time went by, several well-known companies even
The media stopped reporting.
What does this mean? It means that the disaster is worsening rapidly, pulling everyone in New York City into an inescapable abyss. Jenny can't help but panic. She hopes to get help from others, but the hope of getting help is getting smaller and smaller.
"Sir, can you help me?" Jenny approached a strong man. She smoothed her hair and even deliberately held her chest to make herself look more attractive.
But the strong man only glanced at Jenny and then stopped moving. Many people here have been without food and drink all day since the riot last night. Hungry is okay, but thirst makes people move.
No more ideas.
There was a feeling of despair and confusion throughout the building. Apart from the gangsters who were outnumbered, there were only a few security guards who had some food and water. There were many people staring at the supplies, and there was a woman who relied on betrayal.
His body successfully got some food and water, and then women who thought they were pretty began to follow suit.
In the beginning, those security guards only needed a glass of water or a small box of biscuits to bring a beautiful woman into a certain room. This drastic change shocked the always proud Jenny Braun, and she even used this material
Wrote a press release about the ugliness of human nature.
But the manuscript was of no use at all, and Jenny found herself in a dilemma - whether to sell herself in exchange for necessary food and drinking water, or for protection in a certain sense. Selling means giving up one's dignity.
To give up your life.
But when Jenny hesitated, even the security guards stopped giving away the last bit of survival supplies. Everyone had realized that the disaster would probably get worse.
Someone tried to escape, but the success rate was too low. Jenny saw with her own eyes a man who ran dozens of meters out of the building and was shot to death. This scene made many people cry, including Jenny herself.
"Who can help me?" Jenny walked from the fifth floor to the ninth floor, and then back to the fifth floor. Except for the tenth floor, which was blocked by gangsters, she asked almost everyone in the building.
"I still have a child at home, and I need to go back and take care of her." Jenny's mood became more and more depressed. She asked and cried at the same time. Tears and begging could occasionally attract the attention of some people, but without exception they were all indifferent eyes.
and shook his head and sighed.
"Please, my daughter is only eight years old and she is at home alone. She has no ability to take care of herself. The nanny I hired has run away. I am really worried about her." Jenny cried until she was about to shed tears, but
It's still of no use at all. Everyone can't protect themselves, and no one can care about her.
Going from one corridor to another, Jenny herself was tired and thirsty. When she was exhausted and walked through a corner, she saw a man walking across the opposite side. A man who was majestic, high-spirited, and striding forward.
There are no such people in the building anymore.
"Sir, sir, please wait a moment." Jenny chased after her, and her shouts attracted the other party's attention. But the other party was not friendly. Instead, he pointed a gun at her and shouted, "Stand back, I won't help."
Anyone who wants to survive should escape Manhattan and New York immediately after dark. As for whether he can succeed, just pray to God!'
This man was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a combat suit similar to a police uniform, covering his whole body, and even covering his face with a helmet and mask. It made people inexplicably scared when he saw him.
But Jenny didn't give up. As a reporter, she had a smart mind. She followed closely, as if grasping the last straw, "Sir, can you tell me, where are you from?"
"They came in from outside." The man didn't want to say much and kept his words concise and to the point.
"Why did you come in? Maybe I can help you with something?" Jenny was overjoyed when she heard that the other party was willing to talk. She is a reporter, she knows how to communicate with people? No matter what the other party says, what she is afraid of is what the other party says.
Did not say.
Seeing the man stop, Jenny stood up straight again, assuming her most charming posture. She simply took off her bra, and even slightly shook her chest, teasing him in the simplest way, "Look at me
How about it? Maybe you will need me and I can do whatever you want me to do?"
Jenny was confident that she was still a very beautiful woman, and she was the best in terms of figure and appearance. Normally, the number of men who wanted to pursue her would be measured by a dozen. But the man in front of her was not as eager as she had imagined, and his eyes were
Instead, it was a look of sympathy.
"Ma'am, please get dressed. I really can't help you. If you want to survive, just listen to me and escape after dark. Remember not to take the Brooklyn Bridge. Leave New York in another way and go to the south to find a small town to live in.
." The man spoke in a low tone.
Anyone else would have been dejected and retreated. But as a reporter, Jenny Braun grasped the most crucial point in the man's words - the way he said to escape was actually very specific and purposeful, which shows that
The man in front of me is very knowledgeable about the outside world. This is much better than a bunch of confused people in the building.
You must follow him, follow him no matter what, there is hope if you follow him! Jenny Braun adjusted her attitude again. She straightened her underwear, put on her clothes, and even tied her hair up again. She was still tight
Follow the man in front of you closely and refuse to leave until you die.
"Hey! I told you I can't help you. I'm very busy right now, you know?" The man shouted angrily when he saw Jenny still following him.
"I won't hinder you, and I won't ask you for anything. I just want to follow you." Jenny Braun lowered her posture, discussed with the other party in an extremely careful tone, and then stretched out her hand and said: "I
My name is Jenny Braun, can we get to know each other? Please."