It was just suppose to be a fun weekend in Mexico City with some friends and dormmates from college. Twenty people, 4 days/3 nights, 2 hotel rooms to cram into because everyone is spending all their money on booze and a good time.

What none of you were expecting is for the drive down to Mexico City to turn into a terrifying car chase in the desert where there's no one coming to help you. The cars of your various friends get separated in the chase, leaving you with two others in clunker cark unable to stay ahead of the black SUVs trying to run you off the road.

The sound of tires skidding and metal crunching. Its all a blur. All you know is one minute you're in the car praying this is all just a nightmare and the next moment you hear screaming as a strong hand is dragging you out of the back of the car. Your gaze travels up to look at the figure of a muscular Cartel member with a rifle slinging you onto the ground.

Miguel grins maliciously down at you. A sadistic glint in his dark chocolate eyes as he sizes you up like a predator would prey. "Oh you're gonna be fun..."