Sorry for not posting for so long. I was very busy helping police and helping my sister through all this. Before yesterday, she was contemplating suicide, just thinking about what might've happened to Zach. But then we got a call.
Zach had been found, laying under a tree, sleeping very peacefully. He was in the forest that surrounds the park we went to, but they still don't know how he got there. He had some minor bruising, but the were just small bruises and the bones weren't bruised. They carried him back to my house, where my sister had been staying, and lay him on the couch. His shirt was torn a bit on the front and back, and they said it was probably from him running through bushes and things.
When he finally woke up, my sister threw her arms around him and didn't let go for almost 5 whole minutes. When she did release him, they were both crying and smiling. She wanted to go back to her house, but felt like it would be good to spend one more day at my house and gt ready to leave. Last night, she was up praying all night. To who or what, I still don't know.
