It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. Jared knew by the shape of the clouds that it would be a snowstorm. Jared was not having the best month of his life. Earlier in the day, his mother had thrown him out of the house when, in a fit of mania, he had thrown his shoe at the top of the wall near the front door, which created a decent sized indentation. Oops. He drove up to his favorite hiking spot in the middle of winter and set out. It’ll be good exercise, he had thought, and a way to clear his head. He had started walking and kept on walking until he realized he had never been out this far, and he had neglected on turning at his usual turn, which left him stranded, with no phone, at the beginning of a snow storm in the middle of the mountains. If I had my phone I’d call the sherif. Shit, I hope I don’t die out here. The weather was not a deathly cold, but he knew long term exposure would not be a pleasant experience, and could even turn into a dangerous situation. He started heading back the way he had come, but the more he walked the less sure of the way he was. He started to enter a panicked state as he saw some trees had been cut down. I don’t even remember coming across this the first time…where am I? After some more walking, he had no clue where he was, but he spotted a large green house on the left side of him near the trail. Should I keep going? Or perhaps it would be a good idea to ask if they have a phone. What if it’s a robber, or rapist? Jared fretted. I’ll just have to risk it, he thought, clutching his keys tighter against him. At least he had pepper spray attached to it. He knocked on on the door using a clunking metal piece attached to it. He waited, and nothing. He tried again. Then, the door swung open and an irritated “What?” greeted the worried man. It was a girl, in her early twenties. She had no makeup, and her forehead was pulled together in a tight scowl. “Let me guess. You’re lost.”