The longer we drove the more we became lost. The trees grew thicker and the road became thinner. We had driven too far this time and we had taken way too many detours. Even if we decided to turn around and head home, we would've still been lost. We had no idea where we were going. The plan was to take the truck out for a simple spin but we didn't expect the countryside to be this big. I told my friend who was driving to ask for directions but he refused. I looked at the signs on the road and told him he was going the wrong way, but he didn't listen. There was no way we were gonna be able to find our way back now that it had gotten completely dark. So we just slept in the truck until the next day I found myself on a hospital bed, severely injured. Luckily, my friend was ok and he seemed really excited to see me for some reason. He said he was so happy they found me alive after all this time. I looked at him confused and asked him what happened to us after we got lost. He then looked at me confused. "Us? You mean to tell me, the day before you suddenly disappeared you were with someone else?" I told him he and I were taking the truck for a spin and we got lost, but he said he couldn't recall that ever happening.