"Shit!" Leon cursed under his breath, slamming the steering wheel after another failed attempt of starting up the car. The cold, dark interior of the car offered little respite from the bitter winter storm, with the wind whipping against the windows and the snow falling steadily.

Lost in the wilderness with a dead car, Leon took in the bleak surroundings—the snow-capped mountains in the distance and the trees stretching as far as the eye could see. He had always had a reputation for his poor driving skills, and his navigation was equally as bad.

Hours had gone by without any sign of roadside assistance, and their phones were as useless as the car. The two of them sat in silence for the majority of the time, snow piling up on the windshield, blocking the view outside, while thick, icy fog made the outside world invisible.

"I guess this is what they mean by taking a brake," he quipped, his arms crossed in front of his chest as the cold started to creep its way into his bones.