Seeing someone covered in blood limping while holding someone in their arms would surely come as a shock to any passerby.
Luckily for Will, the road was as deserted as it was when he was 'racing' those guys.
The group that'd crashed his car left about a minute ago, but not before crashing into the car once more.
His body ached badly. But not as bad as the female he held in his arm. She was a writhing mess as she groans, hands held up towards her head as blood poured through a unique source.
Deciding to take a break, he walked over towards a rotten log before he sat down, holding Victoria close to him.
Without his car he wasn't exactly sure of his exact location and if asked right now, he'd just answer with an 'I'm on the highway, get here soon.'
His phone vibrated as it notified him it's running out of charge, causing the battered man to shed a tear of frustration.
