already driving you crazy.
He staggered on, one step, two, trying to ignore everything except the movement of his legs and the ground just ahead.
When he looked up the next time, he saw movement again. This time, he was sure of it. The shape was just a blur hurrying across the road ahead, but it was definitely there. Not ice on his lashes. Not his imagination.
What then?
He stopped again and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hello?”
He waited to see if the shape would move again. When it didn’t, he called out a second time: “Hello? Is someone there?”
Although he was screaming with the wind, his voice didn’t seem to carry. The falling snow muffled it, dampened it. It was like trying to scream through a pillow.
“If there’s someone there,” he said, “show yourself.”
Nothing. No movement, no return call. Warren considered turning around and going back to the house. But that was stupid. There was nothing out there. He was imagining it. He’d seen a swirl of drifting snow and nothing else. Besides, what would he tell Tess? Sorry, I couldn’t go for help because I got scared of the snow? That was crazy. Cowardly.
He glanced back at the fence, made sure he was still heading the right way, and shuffled on.
He didn’t see any more movement, but he got the distinct feeling there was something out there. Watching him.
Crazy? Of course. But he couldn’t shake the sensation.
He remembered what Tess had said earlier, that she thought she’d seen someone’s hand breaking the glass. He’d told her she probably hadn’t seen what she thought she’d seen, and most of him still believed it, but what if there had been someone? What if he was wrong? What if there was someone out there right now, watching him, stalking him, hiding in the blizzard?
That’s insane. No one’s out here but you, and you know it. You’re trying to trick yourself into going back, getting out of the cold. It’s a survival mechanism. Nothing else.
Warren guessed it didn’t matter either way. He wasn’t going back. Freezing cold or not. Crazy blizzard stalker or not. Turning back wasn’t an option.
He tucked his head even lower and tried to move a little faster.
14
“I can’t take this,” Tess said.
Bub looked up and cocked his head. It was funny how human he looked sometimes, how much he seemed to understand.
“I can’t just sit here worrying,” she told him. “You understand that, right?”
He wagged his tail.
“You’d understand if I got up and made myself some tea or something, right? Kept myself busy? My mind busy?”
Bub wagged his tail harder and panted.
Are you kidding? Are you seriously going to pretend to take advice from a dog? Don’t you move an inch. You could dislodge something. You could make a bad situation terrible.
“More like a terrible situation fatal,” she said. And yet she still wanted to get up. She hated this. Warren couldn’t have been gone for more than an hour, but it felt like days. Bub looked at her, unblinking, waiting.
Are we getting up , he seemed to be saying. Gonna go for a walk?
“Never mind,” she told him. “Lay back down.”
He did. Good old Bub.
She supposed she’d have to get up eventually to tend to the fire, but anything more would have been stupid. She couldn’t let stir craziness get the best of her.
In the fireplace, the logs crackled and burned. Bub rolled onto Tess’s feet. Outside, the blizzard continued. She wondered how much accumulation there was now. Two feet? Three? How was Warren going to get anywhere out there? Judging from the sounds of the snow and wind, if it wasn’t a total whiteout, it was close. What if he got lost and froze to death? Hell, even if he didn’t get lost, how long could he survive? Didn’t he say something earlier about no one being able to survive more than an hour or two out in that weather? Sure, he’d been trying to placate her, but she didn’t think he’d been flat out lying. And the storm was worse
He staggered on, one step, two, trying to ignore everything except the movement of his legs and the ground just ahead.
When he looked up the next time, he saw movement again. This time, he was sure of it. The shape was just a blur hurrying across the road ahead, but it was definitely there. Not ice on his lashes. Not his imagination.
What then?
He stopped again and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hello?”
He waited to see if the shape would move again. When it didn’t, he called out a second time: “Hello? Is someone there?”
Although he was screaming with the wind, his voice didn’t seem to carry. The falling snow muffled it, dampened it. It was like trying to scream through a pillow.
“If there’s someone there,” he said, “show yourself.”
Nothing. No movement, no return call. Warren considered turning around and going back to the house. But that was stupid. There was nothing out there. He was imagining it. He’d seen a swirl of drifting snow and nothing else. Besides, what would he tell Tess? Sorry, I couldn’t go for help because I got scared of the snow? That was crazy. Cowardly.
He glanced back at the fence, made sure he was still heading the right way, and shuffled on.
He didn’t see any more movement, but he got the distinct feeling there was something out there. Watching him.
Crazy? Of course. But he couldn’t shake the sensation.
He remembered what Tess had said earlier, that she thought she’d seen someone’s hand breaking the glass. He’d told her she probably hadn’t seen what she thought she’d seen, and most of him still believed it, but what if there had been someone? What if he was wrong? What if there was someone out there right now, watching him, stalking him, hiding in the blizzard?
That’s insane. No one’s out here but you, and you know it. You’re trying to trick yourself into going back, getting out of the cold. It’s a survival mechanism. Nothing else.
Warren guessed it didn’t matter either way. He wasn’t going back. Freezing cold or not. Crazy blizzard stalker or not. Turning back wasn’t an option.
He tucked his head even lower and tried to move a little faster.
14
“I can’t take this,” Tess said.
Bub looked up and cocked his head. It was funny how human he looked sometimes, how much he seemed to understand.
“I can’t just sit here worrying,” she told him. “You understand that, right?”
He wagged his tail.
“You’d understand if I got up and made myself some tea or something, right? Kept myself busy? My mind busy?”
Bub wagged his tail harder and panted.
Are you kidding? Are you seriously going to pretend to take advice from a dog? Don’t you move an inch. You could dislodge something. You could make a bad situation terrible.
“More like a terrible situation fatal,” she said. And yet she still wanted to get up. She hated this. Warren couldn’t have been gone for more than an hour, but it felt like days. Bub looked at her, unblinking, waiting.
Are we getting up , he seemed to be saying. Gonna go for a walk?
“Never mind,” she told him. “Lay back down.”
He did. Good old Bub.
She supposed she’d have to get up eventually to tend to the fire, but anything more would have been stupid. She couldn’t let stir craziness get the best of her.
In the fireplace, the logs crackled and burned. Bub rolled onto Tess’s feet. Outside, the blizzard continued. She wondered how much accumulation there was now. Two feet? Three? How was Warren going to get anywhere out there? Judging from the sounds of the snow and wind, if it wasn’t a total whiteout, it was close. What if he got lost and froze to death? Hell, even if he didn’t get lost, how long could he survive? Didn’t he say something earlier about no one being able to survive more than an hour or two out in that weather? Sure, he’d been trying to placate her, but she didn’t think he’d been flat out lying. And the storm was worse
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