You drive down the country roads looking for a home to break into and your ride is running on fumes. You run out of gas finally a third mile from a lonely farm house. Its is decent shape so someone problay lives there. There are no cars around the place. You start to kick the door down and a sudden loud savage barking about gives you a heart attack. Two massive rottwielers are jumping on the door and straining to get at you. Home invasion is out of the question. So you try garage invasion. You find some tools and a half filled gas can. You pour life into your car and drive away.