Novel & Cerita Chainsaw Starts Then Dies Immediately

“But it makes it useless.” Mara made a small coughing sound that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. I glared at her. She lifted both hands. “Don’t mind me. I just work here.” I turned back to Cain. “What is wrong with it?” “Battery’s gone. Alternator’s worse. Front tire is nearly bald.” His gaze dropped briefly to my boots, then rose again. “You weren’t making it far even if it started.” My throat tightened. I hated how calmly he said it. Like he was telling me the weather. Like my escape had not just collapsed on the floor between us.

Matthew turned to inspect the latch again, his shoulder brushing mine in the cramped space. Neither of us moved away. We were stuck. Matthew turned to the generator first. He crouched beside it, flashlight clamped under one arm, and checked the fuel line and the choke. I held my own light steady for him. The beam shook slightly. Cold was already seeping through my gloves and the soles of my boots. “Pull cord might be frozen,” he said. He tried it. The cord resisted, then gave with a dry scrape. The engine did not catch. He adjusted the choke and tried again. Same result.

I am going to have to use the police technique way to break down the door. *** Fifteen minutes later, I am unable to break down the door due to the pain. I slide down with my back on the wall, heavily breathing. Something catches my attention; something that will get me the fuck out of here. The chainsaw. I hope it has gas or I will be damned. As if my life depends on it, I crawl over to get it and stand up. With just my first try starting it, it worked. I swear I look like a toddler excited to open his Christmas gifts.