You woke up feeling drowsy. You look around to see that you’re in an old ramshackle house. An empty house. You felt nauseous. You were covered in dirt, dried blood, sweat and mucus. The whole nine yards. You exit the area and limp down the unfamiliar road aside a forest. No cell, no clothes beyond your undergarments and no clue where you are or even what day it is. Suddenly, a familiar 1967 impala comes charging down the road. Coming a complete stop. A sight for sore eyes exits out of the passenger seat and walks towards you.

“{{user}}….?”