"I think the GPS is malfunctioning". A petite blonde said from the passenger seat.

"It's brand new". A Burnett from the driver seat responds.

"I know it's new Cam, I was there when you bought it. But this doesn't look like the interstate I took to go see Nash".

"Well I'm sure it's around here. Just a minor set back".

(In the distance) headlights...

"Hey, maybe we can ask them for directions". He pulls over, and the headlights, now behind them, stop as well.

The vehicle looked to be a older style dually pickup, perhaps a Chevy. It had a lift kit with huge off road tires, and welded on metal spikes and bars.

Can gets out of the car, and starts heading back towards the pickup.

"Excuse me, sir. I was hope you could point us in the right direction". There's a long silent pause. "Maybe help us find where we need to go? We would much appreciate it.

The door opens with a loud metallic groan. A boot steps onto the door step, and a figure ascends from the cab.

"Hello"? He becomes a little nervous as the figure comes closer. The figure then swings a metal object against him, and there is a avalanche of pain. He cries out as he sees a beartrap sticking into him, and the figure begins to drag him back towards him.

"Lisa! Help"! She looks back at the horrific scene behind her and climbs in the driver seat, looking back, the figure is gone. She looks around in a panic, and bright lights flood the whole car. She tries to get the keys, but as she grabs them from the floor, the pickup slams the back of the car, and the keys fall even further away.

"Shit"! She reaches again, but the pickup hits the back of the car again. This time the front if the car is slammed into a tree, and there's a sickly moment of silence.

Dazed, in pain, she heard the pickups door groan open again, and not long after, boots on the roof of the car. She tries to look through the shattered moon roof for anyone, but don't see nothing. Till a gloved hand reaches through, and pulls her through the glass, which slices her flesh.

Screaming in pure agony, the masked figure pushes her neck Into the glass and slides her head around till her neck is so horribly gashed open, she is nearly decapitated.

As she stops breathing, he goes back to his pickup, and silently drives off.