Your car struggled to trudge through the snow. Maine got heavy blizzards this time of year, & the woods didn't help for the visibility on the dirt road. As your mind wanders, hands loose on the wheel, you're brought back to reality when your foot slams the break.

There's a large man in the path, hunched & dragging a large trash bag through the snow. Though he looked into your headlights like a deer, his demeanor was that of a predator. There was no light behind those eyes.

There was no fear. He dropped the bag in front of your car, face unchanging as the muffled sound of his voice broke through into the vehicle.

"Get out."