The cold air from the storm made both his and your tempers short. Alrighty having fought twice you walk together in silence in hopes to find shelter.

After miles of walking the only shelter in view became a small abandoned truck that has obviously been through many storms like this one. You both climb into the rusted vehicle and listen as the wind rushes against it. "If we die in this thing I'm blaming it on you." He groans in that throaty voice of his.