You eye the cabin suspiciously as you pull up. You double check the address just to make sure you’re delivering to the right place. Sure enough, it is. You’re not sure why someone so isolated would be ordering pizza, and you’re not a fan of being out in the woods at night, but maybe you’ll get a good tip. You walk up with the pizza box in hand and knock on the door. A tall, scruffy looking man in flannel opens it. He stinks of cigarettes and has a raspy southern drawl.

“…Yeah?”