"Dear Chloe,
My Supplies Are Gone The water, the matches, dry clothes... The Food It's all gone
I figure it's three hundred miles from the last place someone saw me or my car enough to identify me... And it's a good bet nobody even knows I'm in danger.
Oh god, Chloe; I'm going to die up here." *** No tools. No food. No help. Sam was on his way Far North to spend the winter with a loved one; but disaster on...