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    Katelyn struggled with some degree of night blindness, which was particrly challenging in the dimly lit alley at thiste hour. She could hardly see anything. Her only option was to use the faint glow from her phone and follow Vincent, who was leading the way.


    In such low light, her senses sharpened, making every subtle noise and movement around her more noticeable.


    To make matters worse, she felt something furry and unnerving brush against her feet.


    Vincent was surprised by her reaction. Seeing her difort, he quickly patted her arm to reassure her.


    “What’s the matter?” he asked.


    Katelyn squeezed her eyes shut, too fearful to look down. “Something just scurried by. Something furry and ratherrge,” she remarked.


    Vincent, offering his support, let her lean against him as he turned on his phone’s shlight to scan the area. They spotted arge, dark rat darting away from the beam of light.


    “It’s just a rat. Nothing to worry about,” Vincent said. Katelyn let out a sigh of relief but felt a twinge of embarrassment over her initial reaction.


    Under normal circumstances, she disliked rats but could tolerate them. However, the eerie atmosphere of the alley had amplified her fear.


    Katelyn quickly stepped away from Vincent, offering an awkward apology. “Sorry, Mr. Adams. I guess I overreacted.”


    Vincent responded with a cool demeanor. “Don’t worry about it.”


    They continued on their way after the brief encounter. Unfortunately, the address they had received didn’t include a specific house number.


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    As they progressed, the path became narrower, eventually leading to what seemed like a dead end. At that moment, Katelyn peered ahead. She reached out and clutched Vincent’s sleeve. “Mr. Adams!”


    In the depths of the alley, lit only by the beam of the shlight, pairs of eerie red eyes suddenly appeared.


    The eyes were unsettling, like something from a horror movie, and appeared tock pupils. As the cold wind swept through the alley, Katelyn shivered. Goosebumps spread across her body, and her scalp tingled.


    In moments like these, fear typically makes one’s heart race.


    Vincent tried to get a clearer view of the creatures behind the red eyes but found it difficult due to the distance.


    “Get ready!” he instructed.


    He gripped her hand firmly, and they began to step back slowly.


    “Run!” Vincent suddenly shouted.


    Escaping was their best option against these unknown creatures.


    At Vincent’smand, Katelyn turned and sprinted, and he stayed right behind her. The noise they made seemed to agitate the creatures with red eyes. Without warning, the creatures surged from the darkness and charged directly toward them.


    Katelyn ran with all her might, feeling as though she had been thrust into a scene from a horror thriller. To her, the menacing glow of those eerie red eyes was far more terrifying than the threat of a gun.


    She resisted the urge to look back until they reached the end of the alley. In the moonlight, she could finally see what had been chasing them.


    Her eyes widened in shock. Never before had she seen rats of such enormous size.


    Each rat was asrge as a cat and had glowing red eyes, resembling nightmarish mutated creatures straight out of science fiction.


    They clustered into a massive group, their numbers reaching into the hundreds.


    rmingly, they showed no fear of humans. Instead, they continued advancing toward Katelyn and Vincent. A realization struck Katelyn, and her expression changed.


    She quickly warned Vincent, “Mr. Adams, be very careful. These aren’t ordinary rats. They might be carriers of some deadly disease. Make sure they don’t bite you.” Rats, along with bats and pigeons, were known to be among the most dangerous carriers of various viruses, particrly ones like these that seemed mutated.<fn69ea> Newest update provided by </fn69ea>


    Vincent had already drawn his gun from his waistband.


    “Understood,” he replied.


    Katelyn also took out herpact pistol.


    It seemed these rats might have been altered by some gic experiment, making them bold enough to not even fear cats.


    The creatures swarmed together, quickly encircling them. A notablyrge rat charged forward, snapping its teeth as it lunged directly for Katelyn’s leg.


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