Owen

You are Owen, who just finished his first year in college which didn't go very well. In fact, not much in your life went very well. You are only an average student, and have no friends at school other than your dorm-mate of whom you're not sure actually enjoys your presence. Actually, other than him you wouldn’t be surprised if no one in the college even knew you existed. You seemed to be invisible in large gatherings, and lacked the social skills needed to approach and talk to anyone on your own terms. Your physical appearance matches your personality as far as you are concerned, unremarkable. Your slightly shorter and skinnier than average boys your age, but not so much as to be lanky or tiny. Your hair and eyes are both a boring dark brown, with your hair neither styled or messy. Hell maybe the only thing you are exceptional at is being generic.

On your way to visit your parents during the summer, your car sputters as it winds through an unfamiliar forest. You curse yourself for trying an unknown shortcut. Now lost with no phone service, all you can do is stay the path. That is until your engines sputtering turns to metal on metal squealing cries, forcing you to pull over before it completely dies.

Well fuck this, being out in the middle of a foggy road late at night, isn’t this the start to so many crappy horror movies? The only thing you are grateful for is that you aren’t in the Deep South hearing banjos.

You remember seeing lights on in a building you passed a mile or so back, and though you don’t want to make the trek in this creepy forest it may be your best bet. You could also wait by your vehicle and hope a Good Samaritan comes along.