Snowblind

Terry and Katie wandered a trail near Denali, just towards the exit. The big mountain was covered in clouds, and the entire purpose for this trip was just a waste. The natural splendor was pretty enough. But she missed Atlanta.

"I don't like the look of those clouds," Terry said.

"What? They're white, don't worry about it, duh," Katie responded.

***

An hour later, it was clear Terry was right. Even in her heavy parka, it was starting to feel bitterly cold. The wind was stiff from the north ... and then it hit them.

They raced back to the car. Terry got in and drove. Away from the storm. Away from the danger. But then he missed the curve, and the car raced off the road. And everything was dark.

***

It was morning now. How long had she been asleep, she thought groggily. And where the hell were they? She didn't recognize this area at all. She looked beside her. Terry was ****. There was blood down the front of his parka. She started to panic.

"Terry ... Terry?" she said, alarmed. He wasn't responsive. He was dead.

Her phone didn't have coverage. This fucking state, she swore. She got out of the car. Where was the road? The storm had caught up to them. She couldn't even see.