Tang Mo lay there stiffly, staring up at the sky. The starry sky, she had to admit, was actually quite beautiful tonight.
All she hoped for now was that the teeth of the approaching mutant beast wouldn't be too sharp. Ideally, it would bite her carotid artery first, let her be good and dead before it started eating her flesh.
She'd been given a new life, and even though it turned out to be a short one, it was still a bonus.
'Ah, I really wish I could call Mom and Qin Ling one last time. They'll be sad if I just suddenly die, won't they?'
Tang Mo closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a furry touch in her palm.
'Is this some kind of pre-meal ritual for mutant beasts? Do we have to hold hands before I get eaten?'
Tang Mo opened her eyes and struggled to look down at her palm.
A fluffy little paw was tentatively poking and prodding at her hand.
It was…
A small, fluffy, silver fox was nestled beside Tang Mo's hand.
