I drove through the freezing weather of the North Pole.

My van ran out of fuel, and the feeling of trepidation dispatched throughout my body. A tremendously loud thud clashed against the van as I locked the van’s doors.

 I was unable to see through the glass because of the consolidated frost. I  opened then closed the door and made a run for it without looking back. I caught a glimpse of the beast and I thought it was the Yeti because it was standing up right. Tears streamed down my eyes and a grandiose beast looked down at me…