The Dorsey Cabin

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EXT. THE DORSEY CABIN - AFTERNOON

A cabin, logs of oak, was situated, secluded, in the midst of the infamous Colorado woodlands. A narrow path, scattered with loose leafs, tattered twigs and sticks, and tiny rocks, lead up to the quaint, rugged home. An intricately carved bench sat right next to the brick chimney. A row of prickly, thorny bushes surrounded the cabin. An assortment of deciduous and evergreen trees stood 450 feet, at the perimeter of the woods. It was private, quiet, and rustic. It was the Dorsey cabin.

KRISTY DORSEY and her ex-husband CHASE DORSEY had purchased the cabin on a whim while their marriage was still intact. After the messy divorce, Kristy had secured the cabin as one of her assets and occasionally made the trip to stay a few nights when she felt exhausted and overworked. She had a penchant for her work as a criminal defense lawyer, but her long hours were the source of a feisty argument with her boyfriend of 22 months, RYAN HARMON.

On a Saturday afternoon in May, Kristy makes the trek to the Dorsey cabin. She gets out of her used car and yawns, pulling her hair into a high, loose bun, pieces of her dark brown hair falling around her face. Kristy pushes them aside, her eyes gazing upon the cabin. She reaches back into her car, pulls out her hand-stitched knapsack, and rummages through her bag for the keys to the cabin.

KRISTY
(mutters under her breath)
Where is it...

As soon as her fingers feel the familiar ridges, she pulls them out with a triumphant grin. She unlocks the door and pushes it open, relishing in the comfort of one of her favorite places.