Max POV
I woke to little taps on the roof, rain I assumed. I opened my eyes to complete darkness. I raise my hands and rub my face only to find myself in the middle of a splitting headache. I find a way to undo my seatbelt and fall to the ground. No wonder I had a headache. I crawl using my hands to feel my way in the dark, looking for an escape. The back doors of the van had been damaged. With a great deal of effort, I pushed one open. A cool breeze hit my face as well as raindrops. I look back into the van to see Nudge, struggling to get free of her seatbelt. I start to wake everyone else when suddenly come voices from outside,
"There seem to be no survivors," A voice of a man said.
"Not even him?" said a voice through static.
"No sir, they're all gone," the mans voice came again.
To my surprise he sounded more upset than angry. I glance around the rolled van to see more confused faces. My stomach dropped. Were we dead?
Not only that but where was the driver? That boy... I shift moving towards the door that I had opened earlier. Cautiously, I peek my head out of the door. The rain had slowed but not yet to a sprinkle. A haze blurred the landscape. I still hear the voices and movment of erasers and whitecoats. I glance back into the van. They all stared at me, wide eyed. I move outside of the van, glancing around. I brought my hand to my mouth. Not 20 feet away was a crash, the exact same as ours. The only difference was that van was ripped to shreds and smoking. That crash held no survivors.
I keep looking around moving towards the very similar but very different crash site. I hear movment behind me. I turn to see the flock and the others about as dumbstruck as I was.
"How in the hell," I mutter.