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I dropped the hood after the smoke cleared and rushed back to turn the car back on. I needed to get it to the nearest gas station or house, at least. I couldn't stay here on the side of the road all night.
I turned the key, and it made a horrible cranking and clicking sound, but the motor wouldn’t turn over.
No, no, no! I shouldn’t have turned it off.
I’m such an i***t! I berated myself, dropping my forehead firmly against the top of the steering wheel in defeat.
‘Focus! This is not good!’ She hisses in my head.
Okay! I nodded in silent agreement. I can’t break, not yet.
Where was I?
I was just outside Hinton, about an hour's drive from Jasper, and in the middle of every horror movie that tells you it's not good. There are thick treed areas on both sides of the highway, a
