Let It Snow (Kellic One-Shot)

"From Philadelphia to Boston? Normally I’d say about five hours, but with all this going on, I don’t really know—wait, hold on." There’s a pause, and in the background I can faintly hear him talking to someone else. "So someone overheard our conversation and is now looking it up for us on Google Maps or something. Wait…okay, I was off. It’s closer to six hours. Like I said, though, that’s without Satanic Jack Frost coming and fucking everything up."

I glance at the clock. “Well, it’s only around 9:00 right now. I’d get there at about three without the whole snow issue. Bet I can pick you up by four or five, at the latest.”

"You’ll probably have to dig your way in if you’re gonna pick me up."

"So be it."

"So you’re dead serious about this."

"Dead serious."

I can just picture him smiling and shaking his head. “You’re crazy. You’re so crazy. How are you even gonna find me in this huge mess?”

"I’ll figure something out," I reply, stepping out of the house, hopping into the car, and turning on the built-in GPS. "I’m gonna keep talking to you until we get cut off, ‘cause I’m in for a pretty long ride."

—

Vic loses reception about twenty minutes later. I’ve still got it, but he can’t answer if I try to call him. The snow falls at a soft but steady rate. Judging by what I know now, it probably isn’t going to slow down anytime soon, either, though hopefully it won’t hit Pennsylvania as hard.

I turn the radio on and start flipping through stations when I hear, “An unexpected storm hits Massachusetts—”

I flip back to the station I heard it on. A weatherman or news reporter is speaking, talking about how by tomorrow afternoon, Massachusetts should have several feet of snow. He says that people in that general area should stay inside and that anyone who tries to drive in this mess is crazy.

I laugh. “Maybe I am crazy,” I tell it. “But I like it that way.”

The next few hours pass uneventfully, except for having to pay a few tolls. I’m beginning to think that everyone’s wrong. I’ll be safe. I’ll get to Vic without any problem. That, of course, is when shit starts happening. For one thing, the snow is heavier and more violent. It’s a bit harder for me to see, especially in the dark. For another, I’m getting suspicious of the lack of cars. Even on the main highways, there aren’t nearly as many people here as there normally would be.

When it’s a little after midnight, I notice a dark shape on the side of the road. As I get closer, I realize that it’s a girl, standing in the middle of the cold and waving her hands around. I’m about to drive past, but then I wonder, What if that was me?

So I pull over, reach across the car, and roll the passenger seat down. “Uh, hey,” I say. “What are you doing out here?”

"My car broke down, the damn thing. And I can’t get phone reception in this mess."

"So you’re hitchhiking?"

"Trying to. I’ve stopped a couple people already, but they didn’t want to take me when they found out where I was headed."

"Well…where are you headed?"

"The Logan International Airport, in Boston."

"Are you serious?" I ask, my eyes widening. "That’s where I’m going."

She smiles, looking relieved. “You’re kidding.”

"Nope." I unlock the car. "Get in. We’re going to Boston."