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Authors: T.W. Piperbrook
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softly. "That's a nice way to get to know each other. Are you both in college?" he asked.
"We're at Tunxis Community. But we're saving to transfer to Central Connecticut."
Tom eyed the couple, his thoughts drifting to Jeremy. Tom's son had always done well in school. He'd even tutored several students in the younger grades. If Jeremy had still been alive, he would've been finishing college about now.
Tom sighed and turned back to the window. Outside, the flakes continued to fall. The SUV had stopped smoking; the hood was covered in a layer of white. The depth of the snow seemed to have doubled. Tom measured the precipitation by the tires of the SUV, which seemed to be sinking into the landscape.
He looked back at the station wagon. The occupants were half-buried next to it, their remains painted white by the storm. He made a mental note of where they'd fallen. If and when he got out of here alive, he'd communicate those details to the police.
Tom wondered if others were hunkered nearby. Certainly, others must be doing the same things they were. Not everyone could've been killed so fast.
He imagined a roomful of people on their haunches, nervously anticipating the end. Maybe even in a building nearby.
Billy tugged his arm.
"I see something!" Billy hissed.
Tom followed his gaze to a building diagonal from the machine shop. The building was the same height as the one they were in—it contained three floors and a wealth of windows. Billy was pointing at the floor across from them. To Tom's surprise, a light was flickering behind one of the panes. Tom saw the outline of a face.
"Is that a woman?"
Tom squinted, wondering if he was seeing things, but clearly, Billy saw the woman, too. The woman moved, her face little more than a reflection in the glass. Tom, Mark, Billy, and Ashley hunched over the windowsill, their noses fogging up the windowpanes as they tried to get a better look. From a distance of about five hundred feet, the woman's face was little more than a featureless oval. Tom pressed his hand against the glass, trying to capture the woman's attention.
Was she signaling them?
Maybe she'd already contacted the police.
A ripple of hope made its way through the others. Soon they were all waving at the woman. Her head swiveled. Tom caught a glimpse of a pink winter jacket in the dim, flickering light.
"Does she see us?" Ashley asked, pressing her own hands against the pane. She reached out as if she could touch the lady.
"I'm not sure," Tom said.
"Over here!" Billy mouthed.
The woman's head swayed back and forth over the building, then over the lifeless landscape. It looked like she was in a trance. Tom set down his rifle and joined his companions in waving. He desperately wanted to run outside, to get to her, but he'd never make it. In a night filled with violent, snarling creatures, a few hundred feet might as well be a mile.
"Keep the noise to a minimum," Mark warned, "We don't want to alert any of those things."
Billy and Ashley quieted down. Tom stared at the woman. He wondered if she'd witnessed the same things they had.
Maybe she'd even seen worse.
"I have an idea," Ashley said.
Before anyone could ask what it was, Ashley snatched the flashlight and flicked it on. She waved it at the window. "Hello!" she cried, her demeanor emboldened by the light.
"Shut that off!" Mark hissed, trying to grab it, but Ashley pulled the flashlight away.
"Hold on a second! She sees us!" Ashley said.
The woman held her lighter closer to the window. She pressed her face against the glass, shouting words they couldn't hear. She'd seen them.
"We have to get to her! She needs help!" Ashley urged, her voice a blend of nervousness and excitement.
Mark made another grab for the flashlight. This time he caught hold of it. He tugged it away and shut it off, grunting in anger.
Tom shook his head. "We can't run out there blindly. It's too dangerous."
The woman continued to wave; after a few seconds, she tried to
"We're at Tunxis Community. But we're saving to transfer to Central Connecticut."
Tom eyed the couple, his thoughts drifting to Jeremy. Tom's son had always done well in school. He'd even tutored several students in the younger grades. If Jeremy had still been alive, he would've been finishing college about now.
Tom sighed and turned back to the window. Outside, the flakes continued to fall. The SUV had stopped smoking; the hood was covered in a layer of white. The depth of the snow seemed to have doubled. Tom measured the precipitation by the tires of the SUV, which seemed to be sinking into the landscape.
He looked back at the station wagon. The occupants were half-buried next to it, their remains painted white by the storm. He made a mental note of where they'd fallen. If and when he got out of here alive, he'd communicate those details to the police.
Tom wondered if others were hunkered nearby. Certainly, others must be doing the same things they were. Not everyone could've been killed so fast.
He imagined a roomful of people on their haunches, nervously anticipating the end. Maybe even in a building nearby.
Billy tugged his arm.
"I see something!" Billy hissed.
Tom followed his gaze to a building diagonal from the machine shop. The building was the same height as the one they were in—it contained three floors and a wealth of windows. Billy was pointing at the floor across from them. To Tom's surprise, a light was flickering behind one of the panes. Tom saw the outline of a face.
"Is that a woman?"
Tom squinted, wondering if he was seeing things, but clearly, Billy saw the woman, too. The woman moved, her face little more than a reflection in the glass. Tom, Mark, Billy, and Ashley hunched over the windowsill, their noses fogging up the windowpanes as they tried to get a better look. From a distance of about five hundred feet, the woman's face was little more than a featureless oval. Tom pressed his hand against the glass, trying to capture the woman's attention.
Was she signaling them?
Maybe she'd already contacted the police.
A ripple of hope made its way through the others. Soon they were all waving at the woman. Her head swiveled. Tom caught a glimpse of a pink winter jacket in the dim, flickering light.
"Does she see us?" Ashley asked, pressing her own hands against the pane. She reached out as if she could touch the lady.
"I'm not sure," Tom said.
"Over here!" Billy mouthed.
The woman's head swayed back and forth over the building, then over the lifeless landscape. It looked like she was in a trance. Tom set down his rifle and joined his companions in waving. He desperately wanted to run outside, to get to her, but he'd never make it. In a night filled with violent, snarling creatures, a few hundred feet might as well be a mile.
"Keep the noise to a minimum," Mark warned, "We don't want to alert any of those things."
Billy and Ashley quieted down. Tom stared at the woman. He wondered if she'd witnessed the same things they had.
Maybe she'd even seen worse.
"I have an idea," Ashley said.
Before anyone could ask what it was, Ashley snatched the flashlight and flicked it on. She waved it at the window. "Hello!" she cried, her demeanor emboldened by the light.
"Shut that off!" Mark hissed, trying to grab it, but Ashley pulled the flashlight away.
"Hold on a second! She sees us!" Ashley said.
The woman held her lighter closer to the window. She pressed her face against the glass, shouting words they couldn't hear. She'd seen them.
"We have to get to her! She needs help!" Ashley urged, her voice a blend of nervousness and excitement.
Mark made another grab for the flashlight. This time he caught hold of it. He tugged it away and shut it off, grunting in anger.
Tom shook his head. "We can't run out there blindly. It's too dangerous."
The woman continued to wave; after a few seconds, she tried to
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