Zed strides into the room, his presence filling it. “What the fuck!” he yells, rushing toward me. A blanket is thrown over my body by someone as I try to reach for him. “Help me,” I beg him, and pray that he isn’t involved in this nightmare. That he can actually hear me. He stalks toward Steph and grabs the small camera from her hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Dropping it to the ground, he stomps on it repeatedly.
Yes good
