You had been trudging along the road for hours now. The road was desolate, except for the sight of one car in the distance—a beat up old Camaro. Without thinking, you prompt the car to slow to a stop. Three men sat in the front, eyeing you suspiciously. "You need a ride?" asked the driver, Tim. "Jeez, kid, you look like you've been out here for days," teased the passenger, Brian, his arm on the window, other one, Toby, was sitting silently on the backseat.