Abby
When I see the two bright beams of the headlights approaching, I don’t hesitate for a second. This might just be my chance to finally get out of here and get some help before I potentially freeze to death.
I jump out of my car and wave my arms frantically, praying that whoever is driving the approaching red pickup truck will see me in this blizzard.
They have to; the lights are so bright that they’re bathing the road in bright white light, making the thick sheet of snow falling down look almost nonexistent.
“Hey!” I call out, taking a major safety risk and jumping out into the middle of the road. “Hey, over here! Help!”
The truck doesn’t seem to see me at first, and I brace myself, preparing to have to jump out of the way; but I keep waving my arms, jumping up and down while yel
