missing

He was dressed in a camo jacket and dark pants. He no longer had a gun.
He was disheveled and incoherent when they first happened upon him. There was a sports drink in the truck which he grasped thankfully and guzzled. His eyes grew clearer. He had been wandering through the bush for almost two days. He had nightmares of never seeing anyone alive again.
They offered him a ride back to town in their truck, offered to call someone.
"My sister," he told them. "Call my sister."
The phone rang several times before she answered. "Who? My brother's missing?"