What Is Actually Happening?

Prakk!

Jackson closed his eyes feeling bad the moment he stepped on an empty mineral water bottle.

"Shhh…!" Blake bit his lips, sending a warning to Jackson. They looked like three musketeers who lost their way.

"You are louder than me…" Jackson rolled his eyes in frustration. Everyone was on edge and even a little thing could trigger their anger.

"Can both of you stop?" Doma shook his head. "That one, one shop before the end lot." His finger pointed at the shop that was about fifteen metres away from them.

"Are you sure she is here?" Blake felt like his heart broke. If what they thought was right, Marissa was kept here for three days. There was no water, no electricity and he was worried if they didn't even give her food to eat.

"Seventy…percent?" Doma answered hesitantly.

"And where is the other thirty percent?" Blake couldn't accept that Doma was hesitating.

Doma shrugged his shoulders, answering his question.