Prologue
Long. Winding. Lined with thick forest. A lone set of headlights appears down the road. An SUV comes into view. Darren and Brooke sit in the front seat. Music plays. Through the front windshield, headlights pierce the darkness.
Darren complains about their one-hour drive to hear bad music, while Brooke defends the artist. A misty fog starts rolling by, and it becomes difficult to see the road. Brooke asks what's with the fog, and Darren says it will clear in a second. The fog grows thicker and thicker until they can't see anything.
Suddenly, the fog lifts, and they can see again. Brooke screams as a man stands in the middle of the road. Darren hits the brakes, but they crash into the man. His body goes up and over the jeep, rolling off the top and hitting the ground behind them.
Darren yanks the wheel, sending the Jeep into a tailspin across the road. It comes to a screeching halt. Darren asks if Brooke is okay, and she starts crying. He gets out of the car, leaving her behind.
Darren races across the road where the man lies still. Slowly, he approaches the man and kneels down beside the body. It's not moving. He finds his hand, lifts it, and feels for a pulse. He glimpses a ring on the dead man's finger. It's unusual, antique, with a lapis stone.
Darren peers down to the man's face but is unable to see him at all. It's pitch black. He flips his cell phone around and hits the touchpad. The LCD screen lights up, and he uses it as a flashlight. In a flash, hands reach out, and the man rises up with sharp, gleaming fangs. The touchpad lights when they rip into Darren's throat. He's dead in an instant, without a scream or any noise.
Brooke gets out of the car with her cell phone, having no idea what's happened just yards away. She's having trouble getting reception and walks around to the front of the car. Her eyes search the darkness, but there's no Darren or man in sight.
Darren's body falls onto the car's hood from above, out of nowhere. It lands with a resounding thud, sprawled across the hood, his neck a raw and bloody mess. Brooke is paralyzed in horror. A figure emerges behind her, a man silhouetted in the headlights, his face shadowed.
She senses his presence and spins around, but no one's there. He's now on the other side of her, and she spins around again. He's gone again. Brooke turns and begins to run down the center of the road, screaming hysterically, trying to put distance between her and whoever is out there.
She keeps running and running, directly into the fog. Everything becomes blurry real fast. Brooke keeps moving, not looking back, disappearing further into the hazy mist.
Brooke walked down the empty street, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her ankle, and before she knew it, her feet left the ground as her entire body took flight.
Her scream echoed through the night as something much faster and stronger yanked her entire body out of sight. Then, her scream was cut short, replaced by a deadly silence.