In the middle of nowhere

Making a plan

Victoria pov

Are our families already worried? I mean do they even know we're lost. If all went as planned we would arrive tomorrow evening in the next city, so maybe they don't even know yet. They probably just think we're still on our way. Did they maybe hear on the news about how much snow felt this night? I have a feeling that it can start snowing any moment again.

"Come," I say to Briar. "To do what?" she asks. "See if we can find something outside what we can use," I explain. To be honest, I'm so annoyed by Briar. All she does is crying. She just cries the whole day long. First because she couldn't be with Myles. Then they told and you would think okay everything is good now, but she just doesn't stop crying. I don't know where she's crying about now and I don't even want to know.

"I'm coming in a few minutes," Briar says, again with tears in her eyes. "Seriously," I yell before I even think about what I'm doing, "can you for once stop crying?" "What's that supposed to mean?" she asks me with anger in her voice. "You know," I say, "I made that rule for a reason and you and Myles just went on to do your own thing. Well this is what comes from it. Maybe if you just didn't broke the rules you would be like this." I don't even care anymore about hurting her feelings, she has to know the true. She was stupid, and this is what happened. Nothing more or less than her fault.

"We all indeed know why you made that rule," she yells back at me, "but it I'm questioning if you know. I can't believe how selfish you are. You made that rule all for yourself and now your mad at me for a reason I don't even know. I'm scared okay, I'm terrified. Who knows what's going to happened. And just because I have someone who loves me to comfort me doesn't mean you've to be so mad at me. It's not my fault people don't like you the way you like them and maybe if you weren't so selfish it would maybe be different."

"What the hell," I yell annoyed, "who do you think you are? Don't act like you know everything about me. Seriously just back off. You know, have fun running back to Myles. Have fun losing everyone just because you only care about Myles. Maybe not all people like me like I like them, but at least I've friends and I'm not losing you. 'Cause right now, you are losing everyone, and so you know, Myles is doing a pretty good job getting everyone to hate him too."

"That's it," Briar says swallowing away her tears, "goodbye, have a nice life ." She walks past me to her bunk where she puts on more clothes and then walks out the bus. Stupid b***h, maybe when she comes back she'll be more normal again.

Trevor pov

We're walking the way the bus came from, but after walking around 15 minutes we still haven't found a road, or at least not something that looks like a road. Everything looks the same because of the snow so maybe we already passed the road but just didn't see it. Most of the time we just walk in silence. Well, actually it's the whole time silence except for that moment when Myles apologized for what he said this moment.

I'm not really mad at him for that, just a little disappointed he gave up that fast. I believe he changed his mind so everything is good again. I don't know, I'm not the person to stay long mad at someone.

"We should go back," Jordan says then after walking around 20 minutes, "it doesn't feel right, it feels like it can start to snow again any moment and I definitely don't want to get even more lost." I look up to the sky, it looks indeed ominous. "Lets go back," Lamar says who also looks at the sky. "Maybe we have more luck the next time," Myles says.

We walk the way back, thanks to the snow we can just follow our footsteps and in 15 minutes we see the bus through the trees in front of us.

Isaac pov

It feels weird sitting in the same seat Mr. Carter was sitting in before he died. I get a shiver thinking about it. Brittany and I are seeing if we can find out where we are. Luckily Mr. carter was old, he was still using maps of the road. Brittany finds the map and looks on the page on which it is open. "That's weird," she says, "this road isn't the shortest way to the next city." "What do you mean," I ask.

"Before we went on tour, I was kind of nervous for this few day bus trip, so I checked multiple times how far it every time was to the next city," she explains, "this is a whole different road." "So?" I ask, I don't get it, maybe this way is in time shorter. "If they're gonna search for us by riding the road they think we drove, they're not gonna find us," Brittany explains hysterically. "Yea," I admit, "that's a little weird.

"How far are we from the nearest city?" I ask. "Eh I don't know," Brittany says, she starts to look through the booklet. "Probably a few hundred kilometer," she says than worried. "That's too far to walk," I say disappointed. "Even without snow and with warmer weather it's too far," Brittany says, "do you know if someone know anything about cars?" "Maybe," I say, "but I don't know if it's enough to get this bus working again."

The bus came to a halt against a few trees so although the windshield is still intact, the front of the bus isn't.

Before we go back we look if we can find something that can help us with getting a connection with someone since we've no idea how the tracker works of if it's still intact. "Did he even had a phone?" Brittany asks as we only find some cigarettes. "I have no idea," I say, "what did we even know about him? I don't know much more than his last name." "Thinking about that," Brittany says, "I don't know anything else either, which is actually pretty weird. We just trusted him without knowing anything."

"I think he was pretty reliable," I say. "What if he drove on the automatic pilot and got a heart attack minutes before we got that accident," Brittany says scared. I never thought of that, maybe we could've noticed before it happened that something was off. Maybe we could've prevent this.

"I'm getting cold," I say, "I go back." "Yea," Brittany says, "maybe the others are back again."