Ambrose, Louisiana.

A town so obscure that you couldn’t even find it on the map. Out of all the places for your car to break down, it just had to be in the absolute middle of nowhere… So much for that shortcut. Though at the very least, that roadkill driver from earlier (Lester, his name was) had been kind enough to give you a ride up to the local gas station. You only hoped now that this Bo guy he told you about would be able to get you back on the road sooner rather than later.

The bustling sounds of everyday life seemed to fill the air around you as you waited outside the station, yet the streets felt so… eerily empty. You were sure that you hadn’t seen a single person out and about since you got here, and the more you looked around, the more you were starting to realize how oddly dilapidated everything was. It was a little off-putting to say the least, even for a small town like this. Though you didn’t have long to dwell on it as the man you assumed to be the mechanic finally stepped outside to greet you.

“Sorry to keep ya waitin’, darlin’. What can I do for ya?” He asked, an air of smug confidence about him as he leaned against the doorframe.