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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1801660" data-attributes="member: 2292"><p>Exit 23, Part Six</p><p></p><p>“What in hell is happening out there?” </p><p></p><p>Nick was at Ammie’s side in a matter of moments, his pistol at ready. Zac was not far behind, barreling through the press of people trying to get a look.</p><p></p><p>Annie didn’t answer – she just stared that the hail of icicles raining down on the automobiles. There was the tinkling of glass as a windshield was smashed, a hiss of steam as another drove itself through the bonnet of another. Shards of ice rained down with the fury of a tropical storm, ripping through everything.</p><p></p><p>At least, everything with four wheels. The space between the doorway and the first car was just filled with wind and falling snow.</p><p></p><p>“Okay,” Ammie said firmly. “<strong>THAT</strong> is freakin’ weird.”</p><p>“Swamp gas,” Nick said.</p><p>“WHAT?”</p><p>“I’ve heard about this sort of thing happening,” Nick repeated. “Freak weather, localized over a short space. It’s usually caused by swamp gas.”</p><p>“Really?” Zac was suddenly enthused. There was a flash of light as he took a photo with his digital camera, checking the image on the screen. “Where did you read that? It sounds familiar, but I can’t quite remember…”</p><p></p><p>“Not important,” Nick said. “Wounded, remember?”</p><p></p><p>He turned to Ammie, his flashlight shining onto her face.</p><p></p><p>“We need one of those cars in working condition. Trooper should have a spare torch in her car as well, possibly a shotgun. Grab those as well, if you can. Assuming your still willing to go out there.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s just hail, right?” Ammie said.</p><p>“Sure,” Zac said. “Really sharp hail that punches through metal.”</p><p>“Foreign cars,” Nick said. “Cheap manufacturing.”</p><p></p><p>Ammie looked at the carnage being wrecked by the storm, glanced back at the scared faces of folks in the donut store. </p><p></p><p>“Grab the door,” she said. “I’ve got a sleeping back in my stuff – if we layer the door, I might be able to use it as cover against the worst of the storm.”</p><p></p><p>Nick nods, and motions Zac into action. They quickly cover the door with a thick layer of synthetic warmth, holding it in place with a bunch of tacks from the store notice board. Ammie hefted it, got the weight, and stepped out into the storm.</p><p></p><p>The cold hit her like a fist, the icy air hitting her lungs like a fist to the stomach. The door wavered in her hands as the wind clawed at it, trying to sweep it away. Ammie locked her grip on both sides, adjusting her balance and crunching forward with gritted teeth. She locked here eyes on the trooper’s four-wheel drive, counting down the distance she needed to cover. Sixty feet. Fifty. Forty. Thirty.</p><p></p><p>Then she felt the thump of something solid on the door, the sharp ripping noise as wood shattered, dissolving into a cloud of splinters that were swept away in the winds.</p><p></p><p>Ammie fall back into the snow, the force of the impact knocking her off her feet.</p><p></p><p>She was looking up at a psycho over eight feet tall. </p><p></p><p>Covered in a thick layer of icy fur.</p><p></p><p>With the head of a wolf, glaring at her with baleful red eyes.</p><p></p><p>As costumes went, she had to admit it was a good one.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="arwink, post: 1801660, member: 2292"] Exit 23, Part Six “What in hell is happening out there?” Nick was at Ammie’s side in a matter of moments, his pistol at ready. Zac was not far behind, barreling through the press of people trying to get a look. Annie didn’t answer – she just stared that the hail of icicles raining down on the automobiles. There was the tinkling of glass as a windshield was smashed, a hiss of steam as another drove itself through the bonnet of another. Shards of ice rained down with the fury of a tropical storm, ripping through everything. At least, everything with four wheels. The space between the doorway and the first car was just filled with wind and falling snow. “Okay,” Ammie said firmly. “[b]THAT[/b] is freakin’ weird.” “Swamp gas,” Nick said. “WHAT?” “I’ve heard about this sort of thing happening,” Nick repeated. “Freak weather, localized over a short space. It’s usually caused by swamp gas.” “Really?” Zac was suddenly enthused. There was a flash of light as he took a photo with his digital camera, checking the image on the screen. “Where did you read that? It sounds familiar, but I can’t quite remember…” “Not important,” Nick said. “Wounded, remember?” He turned to Ammie, his flashlight shining onto her face. “We need one of those cars in working condition. Trooper should have a spare torch in her car as well, possibly a shotgun. Grab those as well, if you can. Assuming your still willing to go out there.” “It’s just hail, right?” Ammie said. “Sure,” Zac said. “Really sharp hail that punches through metal.” “Foreign cars,” Nick said. “Cheap manufacturing.” Ammie looked at the carnage being wrecked by the storm, glanced back at the scared faces of folks in the donut store. “Grab the door,” she said. “I’ve got a sleeping back in my stuff – if we layer the door, I might be able to use it as cover against the worst of the storm.” Nick nods, and motions Zac into action. They quickly cover the door with a thick layer of synthetic warmth, holding it in place with a bunch of tacks from the store notice board. Ammie hefted it, got the weight, and stepped out into the storm. The cold hit her like a fist, the icy air hitting her lungs like a fist to the stomach. The door wavered in her hands as the wind clawed at it, trying to sweep it away. Ammie locked her grip on both sides, adjusting her balance and crunching forward with gritted teeth. She locked here eyes on the trooper’s four-wheel drive, counting down the distance she needed to cover. Sixty feet. Fifty. Forty. Thirty. Then she felt the thump of something solid on the door, the sharp ripping noise as wood shattered, dissolving into a cloud of splinters that were swept away in the winds. Ammie fall back into the snow, the force of the impact knocking her off her feet. She was looking up at a psycho over eight feet tall. Covered in a thick layer of icy fur. With the head of a wolf, glaring at her with baleful red eyes. As costumes went, she had to admit it was a good one. [/QUOTE]
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