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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1798758" data-attributes="member: 2292">Exit 23: Part FiveAmmie huddled over her coffee, watching the silhouettes of the other patrons as they crowded around Nick and the unconscious body.“At least he’s a cop,” she said.  “I had him pegged as a nut-case originally.”Zac was busy demolishing another donut, licking the cinnamon off his fingers.“The two aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive.”Nick still had both the guns.  Both the guns, a badge, and an uncertain mental stability.  Ammie thought about that for a while.“So what do you think it was?” she asked finally.  “Some kind of bear?”“Bear couldn’t get in,” Zac said.  “Not without leaving some trace.  Plus, it’s not really built for the whole stabbing with icicles thing.”“Crazy guy?”“Know many people that look like a cloud of snow?”“What in hell do you think it is then?”“I don’t know,” Zac said.  His tone was suddenly even, dangerously rational.  “A demon maybe?  Some kind of alien?”Ammie blinked.  Twice.  She wasn’t entirely sure she just heard that.“A demon or an alien,” she repeated.  Very slowly, to be sure Zac understood what she had heard coming out of his mouth.“Yeah.”“Your serious?”Zac shrugged.“Of course.”  He looked at her blank expression.  “Your not a believer, are you.  Trust me, they exist.  I can show you some very blurry photographs of some truly freaky *&#%$.”“You are nuts, you know that?”“You got a better explanation.”Ammie thought about that for a second.“A psycho,” she said.  “In a bear suit.”“That sounds likely.”Nick was back at their table, standing side-on with one eye trained on the crowd. He was glancing over his shoulder, keeping an eye on the crowd, but his voice was low enough that only the three of them could hear.“We’ve got a problem.”Ammie and Zac leaned in, letting Nick lower his voice a little further.  Outside the howling wind almost sounded like a wild animal.  Ammie resisted the urge to shudder.“I just tried to radio the State Troopers again,” Nick whispered.  “Sound like they’re a fair way off.  Can’t quite make out the reason through the static, but it sounds like there’s been an avalanche.  If that guy doesn’t get treatment, he doesn’t last the night.”“So?”“So we need to get out there and start one of those cars,” Nick said.  “Blizzard or no, he’s got a better chance on the road than he does here.”Then they heard the sound of a car horn blaring.  Followed by another.  And another.  A cacophony of noise that drowned out the sudden cries of panic in the donut shop.  Ammie rushed to the doorway.Just in time to be highlighted by the flare of sixteen pairs of car and truck lights, all switching on as a single illuminating burst of light.</blockquote>

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