The ghost town shoot was too important to him. Wenda knew the logical, practical thing was to call this off and make for the main highway while they still could, but there was no way Morris would admit defeat. They were in their own techie fantasy zone and oblivious to the world around them. Mole and Reg ignored it all, both of them obsessively toying about with their equipment: the DAT unit, HD video, light meters, laptops, and peripherals. “Are we lost?” Bailey said from the back. But, all kidding aside, if they got stuck out here with that blizzard raging they’d be buried alive. Hell, there wasn’t even a Starbucks within sixty miles, she joked to the others, and she wasn’t much without a hot Caffè Misto. A city girl born and bred, Wenda did not like the idea of being trapped in a blizzard out here in this godawful desolation. Drifts were pushing in from both sides and they hadn’t seen anything resembling a town in well over an hour now since they’d cut off the main highway and onto the secondary road.
It was piling up heavy on the road before them in snaking currents of white. The snow was flying thick in the headlights of the bus.
“More driving, less commentary,” Morris told him. “Just a quick shoot,” Morris told her, “and we’re out of here.”įrom the front of the bus, Burt said, “She’s getting rough out there, people. Now that it was night it looked even more threatening than it had an hour before. “I don’t like the looks of this,” Wenda told him, studying the frozen white world through the windows. To him, the blizzard was just another deadline and he would beat it. He and deadlines were old enemies: they had met on the field of battle again and again and he’d always come out victorious. The sort of guy that squeezed extra dollars from emaciated budgets and fought scheduling and uppity suits from the front office. There was a blizzard waiting in the wings threatening to dump another three to four feet of snow, but Morris was unconcerned because he figured they could outrun it. “Something black and of the night had come
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