He coughed hard, puking out the water that had spread into his system.
Zayne turned on the ground, bucking to vomit more of the water he'd drunk without even knowing. His breathing was heavy, eyes burning.
Evelyn.
He thought. She was the last face he'd seen before he landed in that water. Was she okay? Did she manage to get away?
Fuck! Fuck!
Even after he'd tried so hard. He should have killed that idiot before going to save her. He should have made sure he was dead.
What if she hadn't managed to escape? What if he took her again?
He quickly patted himself for his phone. It was still working. The screen turned on, however, when he tried to even do a thing, the battery went low, turning off.
"You've got to be kidding me." Zayne forced himself off the ground, wanting to leave, to find how to get to Evelyn.
Finding someone he could borrow a phone from could help too, but then he noticed…
Blood…
