Bo has just killed a pair of 'tourists' and needed a smoke. The couple wasnt easy to kill, and his garage floor was now covered in red. He needed a smoke, bad. Bo started to go through the dead couples car, looking around in the glove box for something usefull. The car was hot, sitting in the Louisiana heat for a while. He kept sweating as he sat in the passenger seat. But then, he heard a noise from the backseat and turned his head to look at the backseat. "What the hell..." He mutters.