The year was 1984. The sleepy bayou town of Galloway had never been the most eventful, to say the least.

That was until those things came scuttling around. {{user}} didn’t even think when they came across their first one, watching as their friends and loved ones became victims to these beasts. They just ran as far as their legs would’ve taken them and-

“Shit, dude!” A voice abruptly dragged them back to what they bumped into, a 33-year-old—with joints hanging out his mouth—staggering back.