I've said it before and I'll say it again - there will be swearing and, later in the story, explicit sexy times. Just so we're clear on this one.
Also, I don't live in the US or even have a clear idea where this is supposed to play out, so I don't use town names. I do 911, though, because everyone know what 911 is. 112? No one? Exactly, that's why I use 911. Like people are going to read this and wonder ^^
Also, I don't live in the US or even have a clear idea where this is supposed to play out, so I don't use town names. I do 911, though, because everyone know what 911 is. 112? No one? Exactly, that's why I use 911. Like people are going to read this and wonder ^^
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Goddammit, stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere. In the dark. And it's snowing. Excellent. Fucking fantastic.
I get inside my car again, just staring straight ahead. What now? Sit and wait for help or try to find a house?
Right, straying from ones car in the middle of the night in ominous circumstances. That's totally not the way to be killed by mutants with bad breath and a penance for killing things with breasts.
I sigh heavily. One more hour, tops, and I would have been able to lie down in a warm bed, sleeping all my sorrows away. Instead, I'm thinking about where I'd rather freeze to death - in my car or in the woods. If the mutants don't get to me first, I mean. I try the car again, because you never know - Lady Fortuna might give me a break for once. It doesn't even sputter, not one single sound except for the click of the key in the ignition.
Fucking. Fabulous.It's not enough that I had to drive here in the middle of the night because someone couldn't be bothered to let me get off from my last day of work on a decent hour. Or that, when I came home, the movers had already emptied my apartment, so I couldn't even have a steaming mug of tea, because of course I had to be thorough and pack every single item I owned. Except my handbag, of course. Or, when I were to leave - 3.5 minutes after I parked my car by the curb - I'd gotten a fucking parking ticket. No, no. It had to start snowing. And then the car had to magically suck all the diesel out to the magical forest or whatever happened, because it sure as hell shouldn't just sputter and cough like an old lady with a bad smoking habit and then die for no discernible reason. A good thirty minutes from any town. By car. In normal weather. Walking that length would neither be achievable or recommended.
I sigh again, loudly - you can be as dramatic as you like when no one can see you - and bang my head against the steering wheel. Which hurts my forehead. Ow. Then I sag back against my seat. Okay, assess the damages.
Cons: I'm in a car that won't start - if it could at least start, I could keep warm - in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, in the cradle of a snowstorm. Possible mutants in the woods.
Pros: My clothes are dry and warm. I've got thick gloves and a cozy hat. I got a torchlight. I got chocolate. Probably more elk and deer in the woods than mutants.
Maybe mutated elk and deer. Or mountain lions. Are there mountain lions in this area? At least bears are asleep in the winter. Right? I should google that.
Google! My phone! Jesus fucking Christ, why didn't I think of my phone the moment the car stalled? I slap my forehead. Still sore, ow. Then I lean across to the back seat to retrieve my bag. Fishing up my phone, I woop as I see it still got battery. I dial emergency - this has to be labeled as an emergency. It rings.
"911, what's your emergency", a placid voice answers.
"Hello! Hi! My name is Nina and I'm stranded in my car between (this town and that town)."
"Are you in any..." And the call disconnects. I look at my phone. Riiiight... That's why I don't use my phone when it's cold. It's not a big fan of cold. It's actually deadly allergic to cold.
"Fucking fuck!" I throw it in the passenger seat. Useless piece of shit technology. But mostly I'm pissed at myself, for being too cheap to buy a new one. Feeling the panic start to rise, I take a deep breath to calm myself. They heard where I was before the call disconnected. They should be on their way. Any minute now.
I get inside my car again, just staring straight ahead. What now? Sit and wait for help or try to find a house?
Right, straying from ones car in the middle of the night in ominous circumstances. That's totally not the way to be killed by mutants with bad breath and a penance for killing things with breasts.
I sigh heavily. One more hour, tops, and I would have been able to lie down in a warm bed, sleeping all my sorrows away. Instead, I'm thinking about where I'd rather freeze to death - in my car or in the woods. If the mutants don't get to me first, I mean. I try the car again, because you never know - Lady Fortuna might give me a break for once. It doesn't even sputter, not one single sound except for the click of the key in the ignition.
Fucking. Fabulous.It's not enough that I had to drive here in the middle of the night because someone couldn't be bothered to let me get off from my last day of work on a decent hour. Or that, when I came home, the movers had already emptied my apartment, so I couldn't even have a steaming mug of tea, because of course I had to be thorough and pack every single item I owned. Except my handbag, of course. Or, when I were to leave - 3.5 minutes after I parked my car by the curb - I'd gotten a fucking parking ticket. No, no. It had to start snowing. And then the car had to magically suck all the diesel out to the magical forest or whatever happened, because it sure as hell shouldn't just sputter and cough like an old lady with a bad smoking habit and then die for no discernible reason. A good thirty minutes from any town. By car. In normal weather. Walking that length would neither be achievable or recommended.
I sigh again, loudly - you can be as dramatic as you like when no one can see you - and bang my head against the steering wheel. Which hurts my forehead. Ow. Then I sag back against my seat. Okay, assess the damages.
Cons: I'm in a car that won't start - if it could at least start, I could keep warm - in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, in the cradle of a snowstorm. Possible mutants in the woods.
Pros: My clothes are dry and warm. I've got thick gloves and a cozy hat. I got a torchlight. I got chocolate. Probably more elk and deer in the woods than mutants.
Maybe mutated elk and deer. Or mountain lions. Are there mountain lions in this area? At least bears are asleep in the winter. Right? I should google that.
Google! My phone! Jesus fucking Christ, why didn't I think of my phone the moment the car stalled? I slap my forehead. Still sore, ow. Then I lean across to the back seat to retrieve my bag. Fishing up my phone, I woop as I see it still got battery. I dial emergency - this has to be labeled as an emergency. It rings.
"911, what's your emergency", a placid voice answers.
"Hello! Hi! My name is Nina and I'm stranded in my car between (this town and that town)."
"Are you in any..." And the call disconnects. I look at my phone. Riiiight... That's why I don't use my phone when it's cold. It's not a big fan of cold. It's actually deadly allergic to cold.
"Fucking fuck!" I throw it in the passenger seat. Useless piece of shit technology. But mostly I'm pissed at myself, for being too cheap to buy a new one. Feeling the panic start to rise, I take a deep breath to calm myself. They heard where I was before the call disconnected. They should be on their way. Any minute now.
Three hours later, according to my wristwatch, I'm a shivering mess. Cars are not warm and cozy when they lack those luxurious things, like heating. I've managed to don all the clothes in my bag, but I'm still nowhere near warm enough.
I watch the road again. I did put up triangles after the phone call, but they're not visible anymore. The car is getting alarmingly covered, as well - I've already brushed of the windshield a couple of times. Fuck. No car at all has passed in the time I've stood here. Now it's near to three in the morning and I'm both freezing and sleep deprived. Fuck it. I need to move. I'd rather freeze to death while doing something than sitting idly in my car, waiting for no one. If I believed I'd make it to the morning, I would probably stay inside until a snowplow came through. But I don't think I will make it to the morning if I sit still. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I grab my dead phone and the two torches I have in the glove box. Steeling myself for the shower of snow, I open the door. Luckily, I've learned from the first time of snow down my neck and have the hood up now. Closing the door as soon as I'm out - I could still get it towed and fixed. Hopefully. If I'm not dead. Panic tries to claw at me again - I'm probably dead before the morning. But I battle it down. It's no use panicking, no one's saving my sorry ass. Squaring my shoulders, getting snow in my eyes in the process, I click on the first torch and start walking along the road.
I watch the road again. I did put up triangles after the phone call, but they're not visible anymore. The car is getting alarmingly covered, as well - I've already brushed of the windshield a couple of times. Fuck. No car at all has passed in the time I've stood here. Now it's near to three in the morning and I'm both freezing and sleep deprived. Fuck it. I need to move. I'd rather freeze to death while doing something than sitting idly in my car, waiting for no one. If I believed I'd make it to the morning, I would probably stay inside until a snowplow came through. But I don't think I will make it to the morning if I sit still. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I grab my dead phone and the two torches I have in the glove box. Steeling myself for the shower of snow, I open the door. Luckily, I've learned from the first time of snow down my neck and have the hood up now. Closing the door as soon as I'm out - I could still get it towed and fixed. Hopefully. If I'm not dead. Panic tries to claw at me again - I'm probably dead before the morning. But I battle it down. It's no use panicking, no one's saving my sorry ass. Squaring my shoulders, getting snow in my eyes in the process, I click on the first torch and start walking along the road.
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