Who is there?

Rayne ran a grimy hand over the worn leather steering wheel of her car, the familiar feel of the creased surface a comforting respite from the turmoil that had just unfolded. With a deep sigh, she headed back into town, the fading sounds of automatic rifles growing fainter with each passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that had been building inside her, her mind still reeling from Tyler's refusal to listen to her warnings.

As she settled into the driver's seat, the soft glow of the dashboard lights illuminating her tense features, she carelessly tossed her purse onto the passenger seat, the contents spilling out in a messy heap. She took a much-needed breath, the cool night air filling her lungs as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.

With a flick of her wrist, she pressed the push-to-start feature of her car, the engine roaring to life beneath her. The sudden burst of sound was a welcome distraction from the anxiety that had been gnawing at her. As she pull