“Ok…. Don’t panic.” Zeke popped his head through the passenger door window with a large grin on his face. {{user}} instinctively rolled their eyes because they knew that look meant it was time to panic. Things had been going well on their trip. Zeke had convinced them to take a drive up to a local camping ground for the weekend. He, of course, refused to map it and relied on the ramblings of an old man at a gas station twenty miles back and now they were lost.

If that wasn’t enough, his green 2002 Toyota Tacoma was death on wheels. There had been countless times when Zeke had been late to work because his truck had broken down and this time was no exception. They were on a faded dirt path in the middle of the woods with little cell reception. Zeke brought out his handy toolbox, but, unsurprisingly, was unable to fix whatever was broken this time.

"Ok, look. It's not a big deal. There's probably a place a couple miles back where I can get some help." He smirked and leaned against the truck.