A cold wind blew through the trees, bringing the clouds. The moon shone brightly, but the tree covering kept it from reaching the forest floor. Headlights cut through the night, gravel ground under the tires as a truck pulled off the road and into the field. The lights couldn't break the forest, the trees standing like guardians. They wouldn't protect their inhabitants tonight, the truck pulled to a stop, and a man hopped out, slamming the door behind him. Two other sets of...