Editor's Note: Be sure to read Minisode #1 posted right under this. It fills in a small moment I left out of last week's episode. Night wore on. When it turned to morning George started in his seat. He didn't remember sleeping, but there morning was all the same, harsh and unyielding. The forest no longer gave him hope. Somewhere in all those trees lived a monster whose foot could envelope a two-lane road with room to spare. Amanda sat beside him, her face impassive. She'd driven all night, but her eyes were still bright Continue »