The moment the flashlight in the girl's hand was snatched away, she had already recovered from her trance. The surroundings were dark, and the most important thing here was the only light source.
"Give it back to me!"
The girl screamed, anger surged in her heart, the only light source disappeared, and she felt boundless fear.
No one knows how many dangers are hidden in the darkness. The darkness here is different from walking at night in the past. This is an extremely pure darkness. In such an environment, if the light source is lost, you will completely lose your sense of direction.
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Being lost is always a scary feeling. The girl only felt that in an instant, she was completely enveloped in fear.
Without any hesitation at the moment, he shouted and ran downwards.
The handrail of the stairs became her only support. In order not to fall, the girl could only hold on to the handrail tightly, and at the same time, she had to chase back the light source. This was too difficult.
But she had no choice or choice.
The girls who had just been there had all run past her, and the ones that couldn't run were left where they were. At this time, no one wanted to pay attention to the situation of others, not even her.
When the light source is taken away, the fight begins.
Before the girl could walk down the stairs to the next floor, a girl's scream sounded again below, shouting the same lines as hers.
She knew that the flashlight that the girl had just snatched had been snatched away again.
"Humph, you dared to steal my things, and now they've been taken away again!"
She felt relieved, but the most important thing now was the light source, not revenge on the person who snatched her flashlight.
She walked downstairs quickly, but without the light source, her movement speed was somewhat affected. But the girl didn't give up, and she couldn't give up. Giving up the light source meant that she would be abandoned in the darkness.
a member of.
The light source flashed in front, constantly shaking, and constantly changing its owner. Girls who used to be delicate were now able to fight desperately, fight constantly, and steal the light source from others because of a light source.
There was a sound of fighting below, but the position of the light source did not continue to move downward for a while, and the girl was not far from the position of the light source. She was walking hurriedly in the dark and accidentally bumped into someone.
"What are you doing!"
There was an exclamation from the front, followed by a series of curses. The girl could tell that this voice was the voice of the girl who first deceived her and then snatched the light source from her hand.
"I didn't expect to meet you here."
The dissipated anger surged up again. As the light flickered, the girl could roughly see the other person clearly.
position and action.
The other party was just like her, holding on to the handrail and walking downstairs quickly.
As the saying goes, anger springs from the heart and turns evil into the courage. The girl looked at this shameless man, and the nameless fire burned in her heart. She walked quickly towards the back of the girl. In the darkness, it was very chaotic. The people in front of her
The girl's attention was focused on the swaying light source.
The noise and beatings around him were so intense that for a while he didn't even notice anyone approaching from behind.
The girl stopped on the stairs, wanting to take a break, wait until the girls who were fighting were exhausted, and then fight for it herself, playing a game of snipe and clam fighting for the fisherman's profit, but the girl behind her
But he was approaching her quietly.
"Get down!"
The girl walked up to the girl in front of her, whispered something in her ear, and then used her hands to push the girl towards the handrail.
"ah!"
The girl did not react, nor did she expect that she would be attacked from behind. She had no time to stand upright, and the girl who was the perpetrator took a step forward and pushed the girl again.
Screams resounded in the corridor, and the girl fell directly from the handrail of the stairs. In the blink of an eye, she had fallen to the next level of stairs.
What followed immediately was the sound of screams and the sound of things rolling down the stairs.
After a moment, the girl's voice completely disappeared. The girls who were fighting for the light source were also shocked by this sudden situation and stopped their movements. They all froze in place, completely unaware of what was going on.
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The pushing girl's anger dissipated, and then she began to panic, but the panic lasted for a few seconds, and she began to comfort herself.
"Anyway, this place is haunted, and no one has seen it. When the time comes, it will be enough to say that it was done by ghosts. It was you who took away my flashlight and wanted me to die here. She deserves to die."
After finding a reason for herself, the girl calmed down again. Looking at the light source that stopped shaking, her eyes focused together again.
"The most important thing now is the light source. I have to grab the light source, but if I go on like this, they will definitely know that I pushed that person down."
The girl's expression changed again and again, and she quietly retreated towards the stairs, trying not to make any sound. In the darkness, she couldn't see that her expression became more and more ferocious. In this darkness, evil was quietly spreading.
Awakening.
Standing at the top of the stairs, the girl gritted her teeth. Under such circumstances, if she wanted to run downstairs naturally without being suspected by those girls, there was only one way left, which was to go directly up the stairs.
If you roll down and get injured, you won't be able to survive.
It will hurt that person.
After all, she is just a girl. There are at least three or four people below her. If they know that she pushed the person down earlier, I am afraid that she will be targeted by those people immediately. Don't say that they will snatch the light source.
When she came back, even she would have to be completely abandoned in this darkness.
Protecting her head with her arms, the girl slowly squatted down, looked at the direction of the light source, let out a scream, and then rolled her body in the direction of the stairs, straight down the stairs.
During the rolling process, the girl screamed repeatedly. This was real pain, not pretended. The steps hit her body step by step, and every impact was unforgettable pain. But in order to survive, the girl could only endure it.
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"boom"
The girl hit the wall hard and wanted to scream in pain, but she couldn't scream anymore. Her whole body was in pain. There were traces of damage from the impact everywhere. The scraped skin was painful to touch.
The pain.
"Help...help me..."
There was a trace of pain on the girl's face, hiding the cunning in her eyes deep down. She slowly stretched out her hand, hoping for someone to help her.
But her voice seemed to remind the other girls. Everyone who had been stunned because a girl fell from the top of the stairs started to fight for it again.
That small light source seemed to be the hope of survival for them at this time. They fought, scratching each other's face with their nails, pulling off each other's hair with their clenched hands, and kicking their little feet.
Who was kicked?
The fight between three or four girls has no rules and routines, using the simplest way to express their inner fears.
With a light source, there is safety. With a light source, you can survive here longer. Unknowingly, because of the competition for this flashlight, this idea has been rooted deep in the hearts of several girls.
They forgot that light sources can be shared. Things can be used by more than one person. In the final analysis, this light source can only illuminate the path for everyone. It is not a key that cannot take everyone away, nor is it food.
, can't help everyone fill their stomachs, let alone water, can't relieve their hunger and thirst.
With a flashlight, you can walk with the help of light. Without a flashlight, you live in the darkness. Because you are afraid, you fight for the light source. Little do you know that sometimes, when you have light in your hand, the darkness around you will become deeper.
The girl was leaning against the corner, her chest heaving. She looked coldly at those people fighting and fighting. The corners of her mouth raised in a mocking arc, but she was sneering in her heart.
"Grab it, snatch it, snatch it harder, hit it harder, this light source must be mine in the end!"