Snow(15)

Todd rushed over to where Eddie had been standing just a moment ago. “His footprints go through here,” Todd said, pointing at the ground. Eddie’s big lumberjack footprints diverged from the roadway and cut straight through the trees on the shoulder of the road. The spacing between each print suggested he had taken off at a run.

“Son of a bitch,” Fred muttered, coming beside Todd. “Where the hell do you think—”

But before Fred could finish, Todd had taken off through the trees in pursuit of Eddie. The duffel bag slapping against his ribs, he followed the footprints through the forest, bristling pine boughs whipping him at every turn. For some feral and inexplicable reason, he knew he had to pursue.

“Todd!” Fred called from far behind him, still on the roadway. “Todd! Come back!”

At breakneck speed, Todd continued through the pines. The scent of the forest was overwhelming, infusing itself in his nose and in his skin. An image of his childhood up in Hancock flashed beneath his eyelids like subliminal advertising. Something solid and unyielding struck his right shin but he kept on running. Again, he caught wind of that awful smell—the decomposing of something dead in an old root cellar—and he reached out blindly with one hand as he ran, certain his fingers would close around Eddie’s tattered flannel coat just beyond the curtain of pine needles mere inches before his face—

He stumbled out into a clearing and fell face-first into the snow. His duffel bag swung around and whapped against the top of his head. Briefly, stars exploded before his eyes. When he lifted his face up out of the snow, it took a second or two for all the little pixels that comprised his vision to fall back into place. And when they did, his breath caught in his throat. It took all his strength to push himself up onto his knees.

Eddie stood maybe ten yards ahead of him in what appeared to be an open field of snow. Like Todd, Eddie was down on his knees, eye level with the little girl who stood in front of him. She was wearing a pink snow parka with the hood drawn up over her face, the hood itself rimmed in grayish brown faux fur. Mittens hung from the parka’s sleeves by colored string.

Jesus, Todd thought. His daughter. He wasn’t lying.

Both Eddie and the little girl—Emily?—turned and looked at Todd. After a moment, Eddie stood, clumps of fresh snow falling off his knees.

The girl had no face.

Holy f*ck…

A grin broke out across Eddie’s face. “Come with us, Todd.” The grin widened—impossibly wide. “It’ll be warm.”

As if controlled by strings, Todd felt himself rise up out of the snow. Suddenly, he wasn’t as conscious of the temperature as he’d previously been. He could even feel his toes again.

“Come on, Todd.” The jack-o’-lantern smile. “That’s it.”

The snapping of branches jerked Todd from his trance. He spun around in time to see Fred Wilkinson, followed by Kate, come stumbling out of the trees.

“Todd,” Kate began, but then looked up and out across the field. “Oh my God…”

Todd turned back to Eddie and the little girl…just in time to see them bounding off into the darkness like a pair of frightened deer. The footprints left behind in the snow were spaced impossibly wide.

“Was that his daughter?” Kate said, coming down beside Todd.

“What just happened here?” It was Fred, still trying to make out Eddie and Emily even though the darkness had swallowed them up already. Nan appeared beside him, pressing the side of her face against the teddy bear’s furry head for warmth.

Todd just shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Come on,” Kate said, slipping a hand under his armpit. “Let’s go.”

Todd felt the bitter cold rush back into his body. Again, he lost all feeling in his toes and he was suddenly acutely aware of every ache and pain that coursed through his musculature. When he took a single step forward, he winced as a jagged pain raced up his right shin and seemed to explode in the socket of his right hip.

Kate looked down. “You’re bleeding.”

“I don’t want to see.” But he’d already caught a glimpse of the blackened snow beneath him.

“We’re here,” Fred said. “Look.”

They all looked up. There were no lights anywhere—no lights in windows, no traffic lights or lampposts—and it took them all a second or two to realize what they were seeing: little houses dotting the far end of the field, masked by the darkness.

“Thank God,” Nan said into the bear’s furry face.

“Why are they all dark?” said Kate. “There aren’t any lights anywhere.”

Fred rolled his shoulders. “Storm must have knocked the power out,” he suggested.

“Come on,” Todd said, hefting the duffel bag back over his shoulder. “Let’s see if anyone’s home.”

Kate looked concerned. “Can you walk?”

“I’m fine.”

“Let me take a look at it,” Fred offered.

Todd shook his head. “No. We need to keep moving. We’ve been freezing our asses off out here long enough.”

“Then at least let me take that bag from you.”

Todd relented, letting Fred slide the duffel bag off Todd’s shoulder and onto his own.

“Come on,” Kate said, bringing an arm around Todd’s back. She hugged him tightly against her hip as they both took a step together. “Use me as a crutch.”