Grant drove up into the mountains alone. It rained all day without letting up, and he was almost at the chapel when the mountainside suddenly gave way.
Tons of mud, rock, and splintered trees came pouring down from above and rushed across the road. In an instant, Grant and his car were buried under the debris.
The car was crushed out of shape. His legs were pinned between the seat and the twisted frame, and the pain was so bad he blacked out several times. Everything around him was pitch-black, and the only sound was muddy water seeping in.
Grant was terrified he was going to die, but he managed to find his phone in the dark. The screen lit up, and in the top corner, the battery read 1%. There were no bars.
With no signal, he should have tried 911. But without even thinking, he dialed
