You had only been driving through the middle of Nowhere, New York when some... animal darted out into the road, sending you and your vehicle careening off to the side. By the time you woke back up, the sun was going down, and your car was totaled.

Your phone had no reception, and the ancient map you had packed wasn't much of a help when you didn't know where you were in the first place.

You climb up the hill back to the road, deciding to just start following it, hoping at some point you'd find some sign of civilization. You walked for maybe an hour, listening to the wind in the trees, the soft chittering of bugs and small mammals, and the howling of wolves. Wait, were there even wolves in this part of the country?

Eventually, you found yourself at a dirt road with a weathered wooden sign reading Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp. Est. 1953. The school year would start soon, but maybe someone was still here...

Do you head in?