Snow slanted across the road, so thick Kerry could see only a few yards. Her headlights lit up skeletal trees, twig-arms a tunnel to drive down. These were dangerous bends. Lots of accidents over the years.
The figure emerged from nowhere. Kerry swerved and slid, a blur of trees before the jarring impact.
Blood was warm on her face. Nearby, the shadowy figure stood unmoving, watching. Then it faded into the whiteout and was gone.
Later, icy cold, Kerry arose from the wreckage. Feet not touching the ground, she drifted into the road to take her turn in the chain.
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