The journey there took longer than expected. As the freeze rapidly approaches, people are getting frantic. I am currently sitting at a complete stand still trying to get on the interstate. Everyone is trying to get to shelters, homes, or loved ones before the end hits. What you would expect from any apocalyptic catastrophe.
I can't help the agitation that I feel with all this waiting. Yes I understand that everyone is rushing somewhere and yes I understand that everyone matters, but through it all, all I see is my son. Selfish, I know. Care? No, I don't at this very moment.
We slowly keep edging forward till I finally got the interstate that I've been striving to achieve. Sadly, it's already been thirty minutes since I left home and I'm no where near my destination. The traffic settles in at a startling forty miles an hour, or so it feels that way after the non existent pace of the city.
As I reach my halfway point, I have already lost an hour. Time ticking away with little concern for what approaches.
At this point traffic slows as the roads are now worsening. Ice patches have now turned to full on glaze as cars slowly start skidding around. So many have retreated to any exit they can find as they realize they won't get far in the time remaining.
But I cannot. I refuse to stop or retreat, leaving my son to his demise, as he so foolishly has chosen. I guess for those fresh from childhood ignorance really must be bliss. But his ignorance won't last as the cold truly sets in and he feels completely alone.
This I won't allow. Which is why, as the roads turn desolate with no signs of life, I continue on in pursuit of life. His life.