A woman stood just beyond the doorway. She wore a faded blue dress, and her dark hair hung over her face. One of her feet was bare, the other wrapped in a dirty bandage. Kyle smiled. He'd already seen a woman crawl out from under a bed. They were going to have to try harder than this.

Rachel is driving alone on Highway 81 late at night when a pickup appears behind her. He won’t pass. He won’t back off. And every time she changes her speed, he changes his. Then he starts flashing his lights and pointing toward the back of her SUV.