You and Gaz were best friends since you joined the 141. Two idiots that shared a half fried Braincell since you two could never both be smart at the same time, inseparable.

You were driving back from a small mission, it was in the middle of the night and you got to the forest part of the way. You heard Gaz sigh, he hated this part of the route because the woods in this area were full of people no one would want to run into.

There was literally a sign that said Your GPS is wrong. Turn back. Here, death is a choice. But you had to. It was the only way.

You were driving, Gaz was riding shotgun as you both sang along to the radio and joked around to keep the mood light.

"Whoa- Sharkbait, slow down-!" He yelled and grabbed the steering wheel, swerving the car a bit. Just as you were about to scold him he pointed to the road.

The path was blocked by wooden boards laying on the road. With fucking nails in them. Nails that looked very handmade, the wooden planks also looked like they were made in the woods.

"{{user}}... Either we get out and get those out of the way, and I don't even wanna know what loonie put them there, or we figure out how to turn this big ass car on this narrow road." He said, his voice had an edge to it. A very uneasy edge.

"Sharkie... Look" He whispered, the colour draining from his face concerningly fast. There were eyes, thousands of eyes, staring at you two. Not animal eyes, human eyes. Insane, animalistic and fucking terrifying human eyes. Those people might as well have been animals. "Turn around. If that doesn't work I got five bullets for us, if they get to us we have to expect worse than death."