Crazy Daisy

Chris was on his way home from college when he ran out of gas. A dumb mistake.
The next thing he knew, Daisy showed up. Daisy is a wild one. The colorful-haired, petite spitfire is always up for an adventure, and Chris can not say no to her.
When Chris and Daisy uncover a strange mystery in the woods they set out to solve it. But they need help, and they get it from some very unusual places.

PREVIEW:
After a long semester at college where I probably partied too much and studied too little, I was glad to be on my way home. I was in my beat-up old Honda and the little light that looked like a gas pump was glaring at me. The gauge was well below the letter E.
It was late, 11:33 PM according to the clock on the radio, and I needed to stop. I was on a four-lane highway, but I was between cities. I knew a gas station was coming up, Sip-and-Go or something like that, but it was about a mile away. I wondered if I should put the car in neutral and let it coast.
How long had the warning light been on? I couldn't remember, a couple of miles maybe, if that's when I noticed it, I could go a pretty long way on it, I'd stretched it out before.
Then the engine sputtered.
"No!" I said out loud, even though I was the only person in the car.
The engine smoothed. My grip on the wheel tightened up, my right foot barely applying any pressure at all to the accelerator. Where's that freaking station!
The engine sputtered again.
"Come on! Come on! Don't do this to me now!" My mouth was dry. The last thing I wanted was to be stranded out here. I couldn't even see the lights of the station yet.
The engine smoothed out again.
I had never been so happy. "Yes! Yes! You're gonna do it!"
I didn't have a name for my car. I knew some people that named their car, but I always thought that was strange, so all I said was, "Come on Car! You can do it!"
We went about another tenth of a mile, me and Car, before the engine sputtered again, and again, and again, and then it died.
I shifted to neutral trying to use every bit of momentum, but I was rolling slower and slower. In the driver's seat, I was swaying forward and back, trying to get a few extra feet out of it, but it was useless, it was a car, not a rowboat. I came to a stop on the side of the road. When I turned the key off and the headlights went out it was much darker out there than I had hoped. I thought for sure I'd be able to see the bright lights of the Sip-and-Go over the next hill. That's all this highway was now that I thought about walking it, one rolling hill after another.
I let go of the steering wheel and sat back, I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was all I could do to keep from punching the steering wheel over and over and screaming. That's what I was doing on the inside. Somehow I managed to stay calm on the outside. This would be a great time to have one of those roadside assistance programs. Just call someone up and a few minutes later a truck shows up with a big ole can of gasoline for Car to slurp down like a thirsty dog drinking water after a long walk on a hot summer day. But I didn't have roadside assistance, that stuff was expensive and I was an almost broke college student driving an old Honda.
"All right," I said out loud now that my inner tantrum had faded out. I needed to check the trunk. There might be a gas can back there. Santa Claus might be back there too, and maybe a naked supermodel. It might all be back there, but probably not.
I checked my side mirror before I opened the door, the last thing I needed was to step out and get splattered by a speeding eighteen-wheeler hauling a trailer full of chickens. I was in luck, the mirror was completely empty, it was so late I could walk right down the middle of the highway if I wanted.
I was still quick about it when I opened the driver's door, got out, and went to the trunk. I used the button on

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