Subject 0025

Chapter 43: This Bloody Place

The second time walking or rather crawling on this short route was extraneously longer than the first time. Noah had become a punching bag for two extremely thuggish-looking gang members. Despite all of them being thugs, these two had more the ‘look’ than the majority.

The tats glowed white on their arms and chests coated in sweat. Like bloodsuckers, their eyes tinted red, and dazed–but not so much that he could have escaped from their torment. The bulkier one was the one who tried to rouse the other gang members to kill him back in the bathroom.

“What’s the point of living?” A foot landed on his already painful ribs.

“Like a slave?!”

“Pointless.”

“Die.”

He curled up in a fetal position on the floor, his face covered in snot and tears, just wishing for them to stop. He was a damn reporter; he couldn’t believe he had ended up as a victim himself.

Noah could see the irony in his own surprise; still, it wasn’t helping. Many people assumed they were safe, like the world revolved aroun