Zac's POV
"Zac, have you seen Fatima? She's supposed to be on lot 5 to film her scenes we know she's always running behind but her call time was a half an hour ago she's never this late" a PA said to me
I felt my heart sink.
That wasn't like her at all maybe 3 or 4 minutes past her call time but 30 minutes? Something wasn't right
I froze mid step when the PA came up to me, asking if I'd seen Fatima. My heart dropped into my stomach. Thirty minutes late? That wasn't like her at all. Sure, Fatima might be a few minutes behind sometimes, but never this late not without a good reason. And if something had come up, she would've texted me.
"She's not answering her phone?" I asked, already reaching for mine.
The PA shook their head. "We tried calling her, but it just keeps going to voicemail."
I dialed her number, my hands shaking slightly. The phone rang once, twice, and then went straight to voicemail. I tried again, but the same thing happened. My mind raced, and I could feel the panic creeping in. This wasn't normal.
"Check her trailer," I said, my voice more firm than I intended. "She might've fallen asleep or something."
"We already did," the PA replied. "Her trailer's empty."
I didn't even wait for them to say anything else. I took off toward her trailer, my heart pounding harder with every step. The crew was watching me, murmuring amongst themselves, but I didn't care. Something was wrong. I could feel it.
When I got to her trailer, I swung the door open, calling her name. "Fatima?"
The space was eerily quiet. Her things were there her script, her water bottle but she wasn't. I noticed her chair was slightly turned, like she'd been sitting there and got up quickly. My eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of where she could've gone, but there was nothing.
My mind raced. The last time I saw her was after our scene together. She'd gone to the trailer to prep for the next scene while I stayed on set. I cursed myself for not checking in with her sooner.
"Nico!" I yelled, stepping out of the trailer. My best friend and co-star was nearby, chatting with a crew member. He turned, noticing the look on my face.
"What's up?" he asked, jogging over.
"Fatima's gone," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "She was supposed to be here, but she's not answering her phone, and her trailer's empty. Something's wrong, man."
Nico's expression shifted, his usual laid back demeanor replaced with concern. "Alright, alright, calm down. When's the last time you saw her?"
"Before I came to set. She said she was going to study her lines," I replied, raking a hand through my hair. "She wouldn't just disappear like this."
"Okay, let's not panic yet," Nico said, trying to keep me grounded. "She might've gone to grab something or stepped out for some air. Let's check around."
I nodded, though the pit in my stomach told me this was more than just a case of her wandering off. We started searching the lot, asking anyone we passed if they'd seen her. But no one had.
My mind was spiraling. Where was she? And why wasn't she answering her phone?
My breath caught as my eyes landed on the faint smear of blood near the doorframe of Fatima's trailer. It wasn't much, just a few drops but it was enough to send my mind into overdrive. My chest tightened, and my vision narrowed as panic fully set in.
