The chance of an average human being surviving under the water for a long time after a bullet experience and will get hit by rocks has not been scientifically proven.
Long time means till help appear and help may never come. My hands are placed on my mouth as I whimper remembering how Stella was shot by her obsessed stalker and slipped in the sea. My legs are moving, shaking uncontrollably.
"Stop moving." Ralph cautions.
I didn't answer him, I can't control myself. I disconnect from reality, trying to process the fact that Jeremy's long lost mom is dead after an almost successful trial to escape.
"I said stop moving!" He warns again.
He shoots in the air, the sound of the bullet enables me to freeze in a position. I pant while staring at his still angry face. His face is wet like he just got out of the shower.
"Why did you do that?" I whisper.
