It was indeed a risky move. After a moment of thought, he decided to give up searching for his backpack and sat down with her against a solid rock wall.
The time in the darkness was extraordinarily hard to bear. Zoe Lewis hadn't eaten much all day and spent most of the night looking for him. After more than ten hours, she was exhausted and fell asleep leaning weakly against Oscar Price.
When she woke up, it was still pitch black all around; Zoe Lewis almost broke down!
She suspected that she was really going to die.
Oh God!
What a disaster out of nowhere!
She angrily punched Oscar Price; it was all his fault! What a weird hobby, digging coal when in a bad mood—crazy!
Her fists carried no strength, and it didn't hurt Oscar Price at all.
Oscar Price knew she must be cursing him in her heart right now, and he felt somewhat guilty himself.
It didn't matter if he was buried, but implicating her made him feel guilty.
"Oscar, I'm dying..."
"Stop talking nonsense."
