It was day five. Jimmy was a mess. Thomas Hardigan’s right foot was still stuck beneath the truck. The cell service still sucked. Both of them were famished. The snow was piling up. Jimmy had created a makeshift shelter around the overturned truck.
It was what they call a freak accident. One moment they were laughing about some crude joke, next they were off-road slashing through thickets. A collapsed branch led to the truck overturning. So much for winter tires.
Jimmy held a hacksaw he had found in the truck’s toolbox. He looked up to the heavens and sighed out loudly.
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