Owns the gas station and the car. Russell never had big dreams, and certainly none that ever involved leaving his rural hometown. Running his own gas station on the outskirts of town with his wife of nearly 10 years, Mary-Lynn, has been more than enough to keep him happy. He likes to stay busy, even if it’s starting to turn him grey.
His Wal-Mart clearance-sale flannel is covered in grime and blood. Sweaty and exhausted, he rushes from the dark forest toward his car, the one the drifter currently occupies. Desperate to get inside, what he used to consider the love of his life emerges from the woods behind him. Whatever she is now, it wants him dead.