That year, I was hauling freight through the Northeast when a snowstorm trapped us on the road. In the blinding snow, I heard someone knock on my truck door.
I opened it, and the snow outside seemed to have stopped.
The brothers traveling with me all seemed to have gotten out of their trucks long ago.
They were standing in the wilderness beyond the highway, waving at me.
I was just about to climb down when a burst of static crackled from the radio inside the cab.
Captain Xu Song’s voice came through in broken fragments.
“…Whatever you do, don’t get out.”