Elijah ran as fast as his lung can along the corridor, then to the ladder, to the corridor again, and finally he reach the main hall of the building. He did not know where will he go, what will he do, or what will happen on the next seconds. He cannot think straight.
Because right now, he faced both danger and death.
Suddenly, his cellphone ringing, the sound echoed evenly to all corners of the hall. He is sweating a lot right now. He wished not to pick up the phone, but he had to.
"Hello?"
