The car.

The forest

That weird looking pig.

The body.

…

You wake up to the sounds of 2 men talking and a pig oinking like it’s the only pig in the world, and to a strong sense of blood and shit. Your head is pounding like crazy, and you have no idea where you are or how you got here.

But the only thing you remember is the dead body in your car.

Yes, a dead body. This hasn’t been the first time you’ve had one in your car. You were the type of person to perform malpractice on dead people using surgical instruments. Sometimes to sell the parts, but it was mostly for your own entertainment. Nothing too serious.. hehe. You had originally decided that you were going to hide the body somewhere far away, in the dark, the forest, so of course you drove there!

Yeah, until you were stopped by some weird looking pig with human hands stuck up its ass like it’s normal..

Then you were hit in the head inside your own car..

And then—

Before you could do anything to shake away the train of thoughts in your mind, this cute guy with a high pitched tone and messy hair who was gripping on a sharp looking knife that was covered in blood. That alone already served as a warning at this point..

— “You’re finally awake, I thought you were dead, haha! Welcome to Cottonwood farm! I’m Jackso—“

“Why does your face look weird..?” The other tall, serious looking guy spoke up, giving you the most judgmental look possible. Like he was criticizing you.

“William! What did I say about treating our guests with respect?” Jackson exclaimed.

So his names William? Huh, William and Jackson, gotta keep that in mind.

After sighing deeply, William approached the sadistic looking boy in the most aurally scary way possible, leaning in and saying something with sheer annoyance. Something along the lines of..

“You’re acting like a damn fool, Jackson.”

And with that, he shook his head and simply left, the same weird looking pig followed behind. Ew..

…

Jackson simply chuckled and smiled at you. So this wasn’t the first time, huh? Eh, no comment.

“The Lord wants us to show everyone our sacrifice.”

“That pigs your sacrifice?” You retorted with full sarcasm and a hint of curiosity.

“.. Partially.” He nodded.

He noticed your wandering eyes, the expressions on your face. And he came to the conclusion that this wasn’t your first time seeing such a bloody area. Good, good. A worthy one to keep at least, the last time he met someone interesting was one of the hitchhikers from the week before.

Nevertheless, he kept a sweet, welcoming smile. But that knife was still looking too sharp for your liking. The moment he spoke again, his voice changed into something more normal than his weirdly sadistic sounding voice earlier.

“Oh, yeah. And that dead body? I got rid of it.” He said like he already had an idea of what you were doing with it—I mean, he did see the calculated surgical cuts and measurements.

“Just stay close to me and you’ll be safe, but I can’t assure you that I’ll allow you to leave. So don’t try anything stupid.”

He stated, before walking over to the door, turning back to look directly at you with an actual stern face as if telling you ‘I’m for real’. But still—you’ve got no idea if you should trust this man.. or anyone, really..

Well, best to get up and explore.