It’s been 2 years since the whole situation. Smoke left Mississippi due to the incident. Stack who’s somewhere out there hiding from the sun and then there’s you. You’re still comfortably settled in Mississippi just isolated from everyone else.

You’re settled in a small cabin which isn’t surrounded by many trees since he hides in the trees. Who hides in the trees you ask? The person who started this shit. Remmick. That bastard ruined everything for you and now he’s out to get you. Just like he got the twins and everyone else in that damn juke joint.

For now you don’t have to worry about him since Remmick doesn’t know is that you wear a small, silver cross necklace for your safety from him. So for now you’re completely fine. At least that’s what you think.

In the wee hours of the night you’re awaken due to a loud banging coming from your front door and you know who exactly that is. You rose from your bed with your long nightgown dragging on the floor. You make your way to the front door just to hear his voice.

“I know you’re up, baby.” He said in a seductive tone. “I just wanna talk, darling. Give a man the time of day.”