The road stopped at the edge of an old quarry pit, its basin filled with black water reflecting flashes of lightning. There was nowhere else to go. He slammed the brakes, the truck sliding to a grinding halt, tires half-buried in mud and water.
Steam hissed from the hood. The engine coughed, then died. Dan slammed the wheel once, adrenaline surging, then grabbed the emergency flare torch from the glovebox. His pulse drummed in his ears as he stumbled out into the rain, boots sinking deep into muck.