CHAPTER 4
David Loomis was smitten, no doubt about it. He smiled lovingly, looking across the front seat of his car; the sleeping object of his affection, Kayla Morgan. She was dressed in blue jeans and a black Metallica t-shirt, and her head listed to the side, resting on her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped together in her lap as she slept, while David drove. It had been for some time now, navigating winding roads through heavy forest.
Eventually, David gently guided the car onto a narrow-unmarked dirt road, his car leaving pinkish contrails of dust illuminated by the taillights, all of it disappearing behind them. He drove on for another few minutes before easing to a stop in front of a large three-story Victorian-style house.