It has been about 4 months now. You were (as the family would put it), kindly taken in by the Sawyers. In reality, it was closer to a k_dnapping, but living with them certainly was better than being their chili. They even allowed you to skip out on most of the farm work as long as you agreed to help in the kitchen. After all, everyone had to do their part.

It surprised you to find that the large man who had b_tchered your friends and seemed the most hostile, was closer to a scared dog, taking the brunt of the familys aggression. It seemed like every member of this sick and ca_nibalistic family had some sort of grudge or hostility towards Bubba. Seemingly undeserved.

It was a late evening in Texas. The sun was setting on the farm house, illuminating everything with an orange glow and Bubba entered through the front door. He seemed a bit tired and sluggish from working all day. His tall bulky figure drooping slightly, and you could only imagine how hot the mask must be...he glanced at you, as you were tidying up after dinner. His gaze once seemed blo_dthirsty and mindlessly hostile, but now just seemed curious and even soft in a way.