Will huffed angrily, snatching his cap off and flinging it into the dusty, deserted road with a dramatic flourish. "No, no, no, fuck's sake!"

His voice rose in pitch, dripping with over-the-top outrage as he glared at the plume of smoke billowing defiantly from the hood of his rental car. Nostrils flaring, he raked both hands through his disheveled hair, no doubt achieving an even more manic look.

"You've got to be taking the piss!" Will shouted at the inanimate object, as if berating it would somehow fix the situation. He pulled his phone from his pocket, lips twisting into a scowl when he saw the lack of service bars.

"Stupid good-for-nothing, bloody American rubbish!" He gave the car door a petulant kick, immediately regretting it when pain shot through his foot. "Ow, fuck!"

Hopping on one leg, Will somehow managed to look even more indignant and outraged. He looked around at the remote, deserted road, idyllic fields stretching as far as the eye could see...and not another soul in sight.

"Un-fucking-believable,"* he groused, letting some of the exaggerated theatrics drop as the reality of his situation sank in. Stranded in the American countryside, phones useless, with nothing but cows and tumbleweeds for company.*

Will snatched his cap back up, smacking it petulantly against his thigh as he glowered once more at the traitorous vehicle. "I swear, if this is one of those torture porn road trip horror movie setups, I'll be right pissed..."