Jenny. Braun cautiously walked through the hallway, looking for someone who could help him. In order to increase the success rate, she had to dress herself up.

Jenny's original hair was broken up and changed into a shawl, according to a social magazine: this can enhance the attractiveness of women, which is a certain degree of sexual innuendo. She also used the cosmetics she carried with her to paint some of her own outfits, and tore up all her expensive Chanel fashions.

The original black hip-hugging one-step skirt became an ultra-short cheongsam torn apart on both sides, and the small white suit was unbuttoned and half-opened and half-hidden. The wrap was removed, and the flesh-colored half-cup bra held up her twin peaks, revealing deep furrows.

In the past, Jenny would never have dressed up like this. She is a top student at New York University's School of Journalism 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.

But now that everything is gone, I'm afraid there will be no more Pulitzer Prizes. The media all over the world always wants to make a big news, and now the real big news has appeared, but the media is finished.

When the cataclysm struck, Jenny kept sending out press releases, but soon found herself in the middle of the disaster. Without food and water, the internet became unreliable, and even several well-known media outlets stopped reporting over time.

What does this mean? It shows that the disaster is rapidly worsening, pulling everyone in New York City into an inescapable abyss. Jenny was irrepressibly frightened, she wanted help from others, but her hope of getting help was getting smaller and smaller.

"Sir, can you help me?" Jenny found a stout man, and she brushed her hair, and even deliberately held her chest to make herself look more attractive.

But the stout man only glanced at Jenny, and then stopped moving. Many people here have not eaten or drunk all day since the riots last night. It's okay to be hungry, but thirst makes people don't even want to move.

There was a sense of desperation and confusion throughout the building, except for the outnumbered bandits, only a handful of security guards had some food and water. There were many people staring at the supplies, and one woman managed to get some food and water by selling her body, and then the women who thought they were a little good began to follow suit.

In the beginning, the security guards only needed a glass of water or a small box of biscuits to bring a beautiful woman into a room. This drastic change made the always proud Jenny. Braun was so stunned that she even wrote a press release about the ugliness of human nature.

But the manuscript is useless, and Jenny finds herself in a dilemma - whether to sell herself for the necessary food and water, or some kind of protection. To sell is to give up one's dignity, and if you don't sell, you are afraid to give up your life.

But when Jenny hesitated, even the security guards stopped giving up the last bit of survival supplies. Everyone is aware of the disaster, but they are afraid that it will get worse.

Someone tried to escape, but the success rate was too low. Jenny saw a man run a few dozen meters out of the building before being shot to death. This scene made many people cry, including Jenny herself.

"Can anyone help me?" Jenny walked from the fifth floor to the ninth floor, and from the ninth floor back to the fifth floor, and she asked almost everyone in the building, except for the tenth floor, which was blocked by the bandits.

"I still have a child at home, and I need to go back and take care of her." Jenny's mood grew more and more depressed, and she cried as she asked, tears and pleadings occasionally aroused the attention of certain people, but without exception there were indifferent stares and shaking her head and sighing.

"Please, my daughter is only eight years old and she is home alone. She is not capable of taking care of herself, the nanny I hired has run away and I am really worried about her. Jenny cried until her tears were dry, but it was useless. Everyone can't protect themselves, and no one can take care of her.

From one corridor to another, Jenny herself was tired and thirsty. Exhausted, she walked around a corner when she saw a man walking on the other side. A majestic, high-spirited, striding man.

There are no such people in the building anymore.

"Sir, sir, please wait a minute." Jenny chased after her, her shouting catching the other's attention. But the other party was not friendly, but pointed a gun at her and whispered, 'Stand back, I won't help anyone.' If you want to survive, escape Manhattan and New York as soon as it gets dark. As for whether it will succeed or not, pray to God! ’

This man is about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a combat suit similar to a police uniform, draped all over his body, and even covering his face with a helmet and mask, which makes people inexplicably frightened when they see it.

But Jenny doesn't stop there, as a journalist, she has a bright mind. She followed closely, as if grasping at the last straw, "Sir, can you tell me where you came from?" ”

"Came in from outside." Men don't want to talk too much, and they are concise and to the point.

"Why did you come in? Maybe I can help you with something? Jenny was overjoyed to hear that the other party was willing to talk. She's a journalist, she knows how to communicate with people? No matter what the other party says, it's fine, what I'm afraid of is that the other party doesn't say a word.

Seeing that the man stopped, Jenny stood upright again and struck her most attractive pose. She simply took off her bra, and even shook her chest slightly, teasing the other party in the simplest way, "What do you think of me?" Maybe you'll need me, and you can do whatever you want me to do? ”

Jenny is confident that she is still a very beautiful woman, and she is the best in terms of figure and appearance. Men who usually want to pursue her are counted as 'beating'. But the man in front of her did not have the urgency she imagined, but a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Ma'am, please get dressed, I really can't help you. If you want to live, listen to me and get out after dark. Don't walk the Brooklyn Bridge, leave New York in a different way, and go to the South to find a small town to live. The man spoke in a deep voice.

If you change someone else, you will be saddened and retreat. But as a journalist Jenny. Braun grasped the most crucial point in the man's words - the other party's escape method was actually very specific and purposeful, which showed that the man in front of him was very aware of the outside world. It's much better than a bunch of dazed people in the building.

You have to follow him, you have to follow him no matter what, and there is hope by following him! Jenny. Braun straightened her attitude again, she straightened her underwear, put her clothes on, and even put her hair back up. She still followed the man in front of her closely, and she would not leave even if she died.

"Hey! I said I can't help you, I'm busy right now, you know? The man shouted angrily as he saw that Jenny was still following him.

"I'm not going to get in your way, I'm not going to ask you for anything, I just want to follow you." Jenny. Braun lowered his posture and consulted with the other party in an extremely cautious tone, then stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Jenny. Braun, can we get to know each other? Please. ”