Alana cole was stuck at a fork in a road with a beat up map resting on her lap. Getting lost is a natural phenomenon for her these days. Directions were never her forte. Small flakes of silver snow began to swirl down from the translucent clouds above the car. Her car was a new blue nissan sentra but because of the snow it might look half white. If she coninued to be stopped eventually the snow would trap her.<br/><br/>Instead of simply calling somone for help she threw the map book onto the passenger seat. Trying her luck may have been the best route for survival at the moment. Ennie, Mini, miina , moe, left, or right, I don't know...with that mindset she went left. They say fate spins its webs at the weirdest times. Well, this may be one of those strange moments. Her car engine puttered as if the cold was nearly too much to bear , but then after a couple miniutes the vehicle was able to drive, and thus she ended up taking a left. GPS would of been nice but her mother was just old school so it was a no go.<br/><br/>After about 15 minutes , Her car began to sputter as it tried to plow through 4 inches of unplowed snow. Just great. A death of frost bite may be her fate. Then her car totally stalled. Just completely stopped in the middle of a road that giant trucks probably travel down. A huff and she was storming out of the car,  walking 5 minutes in snow up to her thighs , and finally reaching a house. Her body was shiverig as the only things she had on was a  t-shirt, and jeans with sneakers.<br/><br/>In utter defeat she walked up the snow caked steps , and knocked on the door. What else was there to do? " Hey, Anybody home? It's cold out here!"