Hunted in the Snowstorm

I used to work night shifts in warehouses, until one night made sure I would never step outside

after dark again. It happened in February, during the worst snowstorm of the year.

The temporary employment agency I worked for sent me to a warehouse called Jefferson's.

I hated midnight shifts, but I needed the money. The only good part

was that my friend, Trevor, worked there. He was the kind of person who helped

everyone, even when he should not. We were unloading a truck when the

wind outside began shaking the entire building. Trevor joked that we might get snowed

in, but then one of the workers, Eric, pointed outside.