Zack's POV

I woke up in a rather small bed. The walls were pink. Then I remembered. The crash was bad but they both some how managed to walk. I made it to an old house with a nice elderly couple. But Taylor went a different way... I realized how stupid it'd been to split up. They figured either way would have to have someone. They were kinda in the middle of nowhere when they had crashed. Taylor got the worst of it.... Stupid! Why did I let her go alone. Where was she now?? I sat up my hand was throbbing. Luckily I could tell it was just sprained. Also very, very bruised. Much like my black eye that he could see in the vanity mirror. My golden-ish hair was all matted, messy, and all over the place. Not that I cared. I was meaning to cut it soon any ways. I was getting worried about Taylor. My phone had been broken and so was hers. We established that at the crash. I stood up and walked, while wincing a bit, to the door. Where was she now?? Would I ever see her again?? I didn't want to think about it anymore.