He was almost gone, almost away from it all. The highway tar burned under his rotating tires as he made his way outside of the country. It wouldn’t be long, at least he didn’t think so until the crash occurred. When Jason woke up, life was nothing but a blur. He could not tell where he was, his surroundings, or the odd scents that wafted up like rotting flesh of roadkill. The people who found him seemed to be taking care of him, giving him something cool to drink and tending to the wounds. But something was off, something was different. The family had more sinister ideas in mind for the would-be escapee who loses sight of reality during a cycle of death and rebirth.
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