Typical. Fucking typical.

You knew you should've take your car into the shop after that weird noise started up, but money doesn't exactly grow on trees, and with your mom's hospital bills...

And now you're paying the price, stranded in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere in the middle of the night.

As you try to figure out where to go, you hear the voice of a man call out.

"Everything alright, ma'am?"

You turn, seeing a guy walking towards you, shotgun on his arm and a cigarette lighting up his face.