(Once again I'm just doing something which I have no idea where is going, all I know is that I wanna keep the mood dark for most of the time.)
Deep inside a forsaken forest a lonely wolf laid inside a rusty car wreck full of holes. Heavy rain fell from the dark night skies in the fog that was as thick as syrup. The wreck was the only shelter the wolf could find, and even though some rain poured in, it was better than the terrible conditions outside.
She was shivering and softly whimpering as she curled up in the backseat trying to stay warm. She could barely see anything outside, only elusive sillhouettes of some trees. She was exhausted and hungry, and her hand was shaking a bit as she looked under the seat for something to eat, without results.
All her senses were heightened and she was growing paranoid. She thought she was all alone in the forest, but she was not certain, maybe someone else was feeling just as terrible at this very moment? "Is this the end?" she thought to herselves as she looked down and wept a tear that slowly hit the legrest in front of her.