This wasn't supposed to happen. We weren't supposed to crash the car in the middle of nowhere during the harsh throes of winter. Tino wasn't supposed to be passed out from blood loss. And God damn it, I wasn't supposed to have a broken leg. But it happened anyway. It happened because of a fucking deer. A fucking deer that had walked right into the road, and Tino, being the animal-loving idiot he was, had swerved to avoid it. Oh, and of course I had to call shotgun at the last rest stop.

Though, I was a little glad that it was me that ended up with a broken leg and not one of the others. Mathias would have played it off as nothing until he collapsed, the same with Berwald. And Lukas... I couldn't bear to see my older brother in pain, despite how much he annoys me.

Speaking of annoying, Lukas was gently cradling my head and asking if it hurt. Well, no shit Sherlock. My leg is fucking broken. That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. I felt that I had no right to complain, given the condition that Tino was in. I glanced over to where he was, lying in Berwald's arms, a white scarf wrapped around his head. I grimaced. A scarf that used to be white.

"Rend!" A harsh shout from Mathias tore my eyes away from Tino and onto the fuming Dane instead. "It's no use, there's no service out here."

No one said a word. A feeling of hopelessness washed over me. The car was out of commission and the nearest town was at least a days walk away. Are we going to die out here? No... There was no way we would...

"Th'nk y'for try'n." Berwald mumbled, gazing down sadly at Tino.

"Does that mean there is nothing we can do?" Lukas asked, finally taking his eyes off of me. Mathias began to nod.

"N-No... No, that can't be true!" I yelled. Lukas frowned sympathetically and I scowled back.

"We can't just do nothing! Someone will find us! M-Maybe we could..."

"Sorry, Emil, but I don't think we will be found." my older brother sighed. "We're not exactly on a main road, or really a road at all."

"B-But... But..." I frantically grasped for something, *anything* to argue back with, but I knew it was pointless. Lukas was right. What we had been driving on was practically an abandoned dirt road with thick forest on either side. I slumped against the tree behind me in defeat. The five of us fell silent once more. I shivered as a chilly breeze blew around us and crossed my arms over my chest. It was getting dark. Though the dark clouds in the sky already made it seem later than it really was, I could tell that the little light that had been seeping through the cracks was rapidly vanishing. I shivered again and reluctantly shimmied closer to my brother for warmth. I would have suggested getting back in the car, at least it would be warmer in there, but I knew that that would be a risk. The front was completely crushed and plumes of smoke were rising from under the hood. I didn't know if it would explode, but I definitely did not want to take the chance.

A small grunt from Berwald made me jump and I winced with the slight movement of my broken leg.

"T'no? C'n y'hear me?"

Tino? Did he wake up? I struggled to sit up, continuing even when the stabbing in my leg brought tears to my eyes. Lukas didn't leave my side, but I could tell he was straining to see if the small blond in Berwald's arms had stirred. Mathias dashed to the larger man's side excitedly, hope flashing in his blue eyes. The hope quickly diminished, however, as his shoulders slumped and he frowned. Berwald sighed in a depth that could only be read as despair.

"H's eyes 'pen'd f'r a sec'nd..." the Swede muttered gruffly. "Th'ght h' w's wakin'..."

Another cold wind whipped past us, mocking our disappointment.

"Are... Are we going t-to die out here?" I whimpered, then I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. It sounded so... pathetic. I was pathetic. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the fact that they were all looking at me. There was a loud clang that I could only assume was Mathias kicking the busted up car.

And then, to add onto everything, it began to rain. Only one person spoke when the first cold drops of water hit the ground and our skin. It was Lukas.

"We are so fucking screwed."

A/N: So, I wanted to make a more serious fic. I'm working on another one at the moment but I was so tired of not posting on here that I just decided to say 'To hell with it!' and try to make something anyway, despite my trepidation that it won't be good enough. This is a story taking place from Emil's perspective (first person stories is a thing I don't do often so I am sorry if it sounds awkward :P) and I'm hoping you all enjoy! Please review and leave suggestions for future chapters since my creativity has been down the drain recently. Have a lovely day and happy reading :D! P.S. I love the Nordics so much omfg, I just hope I can write them well...