One cold night in Chicago, Illinois there were three kids walking in the intense snow fall from a winter blizzard that swept in from the north. They were five miles from any of there houses and there car just broke down and all they have with them is a lighter, pellet gun, a few chocolate bars and a pen. It has been a long night and there just ready to get out of the cold, only if they didnt choose to sneak out on the wrong night.

The End.

The older sibling of the three kids hesitated at the thought of going back, or facing the blizzard. The thought vanished as quick as his smoky breath in the air. Then what? He thought, get beaten again, no doubt. Charlie, the youngest sibling, can only take so much beatings, almost half to death last time no doubt. I'm not going to let that happen again...