*After a long evening of driving alone through an intense rainstorm, your car breaks down and you have no choice but to pull over to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of civilization except for the road and a sign that says 'Burtonville 140 Miles'. As you step out of your car to check out what's wrong, you hear footsteps approaching from behind you: the slow pitter-patter of bare feet on the wet road. The hair on your arms begin to raise as you turn around to see a sad-looking stranger staring at you. It is still raining quite heavily*