In his eyes there was a fire. A flame that burned through the raging storm of ice that pelted his windshield and kept his body at a constant chill. Where he was going, there was no telling. Katie was safe and she would stay that way so long as he was gone. Chuck was for the well being of his little girl, but became, at times, consumed with the agonizing flood of regret for leaving his baby girl far behind his wake. There were questions that need not be asked nor answered, but his mind brought them through, regardless. "What if the infection spread?" seemed to top the list. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, making him jump. He reached for the devise and answered in an exhausted breath. "Hello?"
"Chuck, it's Frank. I just got done with a little snooping in the archives and you have to turn back now!"
"What for?" Chuck growled. Frank went silent for a moment save for a sigh and a small flutter in the phone's line.
"They have your daughter..." Chuck slammed on the breaks of his truck which was heard on the other line of the phone as a deafening screech. He turned the truck fully around and slammed on the gas pedal.
"Where?" Chuck demanded in a panic.
"You won't believe it..." Frank shook head head on the other end.
"Where?! This is my daughter now tell me where they fucking took her!"
"Take a wild guess."