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you can help her walk.”
    Ruth walked around to her other side and helped. This was bound to slow them down even more. Could it get any worse? Abby thought to herself. She dug deep to hold on to the last remaining strand of faith she had left.

Chapter Four
     
    ANDREW looked out from the kitchen window. The snow was coming down harder . I should really stock up on extra firewood tonight . The house had a new furnace, and there was also a convenient switch inside the house to turn on the backup generators. Still, he couldn’t take any chances in case the power went out. There was no way he wanted to wake up in the middle of the night to troubleshoot if the generator didn’t turn on for some reason.
    He pulled his winter jacket off the hook in the entryway closet, and put on his winter boots to go out to the shed. By then, the blowing snow had piled up over three feet in front of the doors. Ugh, great . It was too late for that plan. It would take hours to shovel that snow to get at the firewood, so he turned to go back inside, hoping what he had brought in earlier would suffice.
    As he walked back to the house, he thought he heard a loud howl. He stopped and listened, and the sound filled the night again. No, that was either a scream or a whistle, and it didn’t sound like it came from far away. There were no neighbors who used their homes year round, not for at least two miles in either direction. It had to be people stuck out in the snow.
    He waited quietly and heard the sounds again. Definitely a whistle , he thought. He went back inside and grabbed the battery powered lantern and his loaded rifle from the front closet. You could never be too careful at this time of year. Even with the snow falling like this, it was dark, and there could be coyotes or mountain lions on the hunt.
    He walked up the long driveway and in the direction he thought he heard the sound originating from. The snow was coming down harder than before and blowing in every direction, making visibility virtually impossible. He didn't hear the sound anymore, so he hoped he was headed the right way.
    He got to the tree line at the edge of his property and wasn't sure which direction to take. He stopped and listened again. The wind was not helping. It whirred and whistled through the trees, picking all the fallen snow up of the ground and blowing it around, as though what was still falling wasn’t enough.
    As Andrew walked up the slight slope of roadway, he began to question whether he had heard anything at all. Could my mind have been playing tricks on me? The sound was so familiar. It transported him back to that night. It was the first time in a long time that he had remembered the horn of the other vehicle blaring through that silent night, after the crash.
    Other memories from that night would surface more frequently. Great . God, I hope the horn doesn’t become another fucking installment of my nightmares and waking thoughts . The horn had not stopped blaring that night, because the lifeless body of the other driver had slumped forward onto the steering wheel.
    The loud crackle of a broken twig in the distance plucked him from his thoughts. He raised his lantern to see if he could make out animal figures. He did not want a mountain lion sneaking up on him. The light of the lantern hit some subtle shadows in the distance. After a few seconds, he could tell it was people. Andrew sighed reluctantly and approached them slowly. So much for peace and quiet .
    "We’re so lucky we found you, sir," said a young lady at the front of the group.
    Andrew thought something slightly different. He agreed it was pure luck they had found him. He had considered walking around the tree line in the other direction to see where the sound had come from. If he had, they probably would never have met. He was not glad to see them, though.
    "What are you people doing out here in this weather?" Andrew asked.
    "Our car’s damaged back there,” the lady answered, pointing