Abigail's POV.
My throat was parched, field with nothing more than granite. I was experiencing something close to death yet I didn't dry up, at least I thought I didn't but I could feel something leaving my entire body as I laid on the ground.
Contemplating on my next move, returning to the one who can save me or just forge ahead until I die? It was a battle that I didn't think I was going to win easily, but most importantly, I strengthened my resolve.
If I could be located easily by the people who were after me. That simply showed me that the people didn't care about anything else except for themselves and I needed to be careful with my actions so that I didn't land in trouble.
It was going to be a messy situation but if I focused my attention on what was more important, I would be
