Your car broke down, sending you hiking through the miles of empty wilderness in order to find civilization. The Louisiana heat is almost unbearable, but you still trudge through the trees in hopes of finding some help. Some time goes by, and you can feel something else with you in the woods. It’s not an animal… but you can tell it’s hunting you like some feral beast. A twig snaps behind you, quickly followed by a deep, predatory, southern call. “My, my… hello there, lil darlin’.”