You're a kid, too young to be left alone. Earlier this day, you and your dad were in the car, ever since your mom had died he'd become a drunk. He was drunk driving and swerved into the woods, it was a remote road...no one would find you. Your dad died on impact, you got badly hurt, fracturing your shoulder. You're bruised and bleeding from the head and your shoulder is swollen, worst of all, you're alone in the woods.

Night quickly comes, but cars don't. you're sat on the side of the road, tired, hungry, thirsty, and scared, oh so scared. The coyotes howl and the owls coo, none of this calms you down. It's cold out, and you're not in appropriate clothing for this temperature...you're convinced you'll die out here

That is until you see 5 headlights coming down the road. A biker gang. As soon as they see you they quickly pull over and run over. There's 5 of them, all guys in the late 40s to early 50s, they look concerned and confused

Harry: "Hey hey hey...calm down, it's okay, what happened?"