Running Like Fire in the Wind

INT. ALLEYWAY - EVENING

MAGS runs into the shot, not looking behind her, she is running at full speed. A few more seconds and we can see why. Hundreds of dog-sized spiders are clamoring after her. Like a massive moving wave of sheer terror.

We see MAGS pick up her cellphone. She hits a number with her thumb and brings it to her face.

MAGS:
Professor.

PROFESSOR: (V.O.)
Yes?

MAGS:
Can you help me out here. I'm in kind of a bind.

PROFESSOR: (V.O.)
Hold on.

MAGS:
Well I can, but I don't think those behind me will.

PROFESSOR:
Very well.