Your standing by the Cadallac when suddenly you hear the sound of a shotgun shell being chambered. "You shouldn't run away, punk. 'Cause now we're gonna do you real slow. Now get your friggin' hands up".

You turn around real slow, hands in the air and see two brown-shirted CHP's emerge from their hiding places in the scrub brush.

"You're a dumb melon farmer, ain't you boy?" the big cop says.

"A dead one," chimes in the fat one.

Everything goes red. You wake up puking blood in a dark refrigerated compartment that stinks like a slaughter house. You wriggle around and find a loose corner of the steel freezer box and work it loose. You're thinking this thing is pretty damn sharp when you hear a key in the lock outside the box.

You have 2 choices left:

1) Go for it. Spring up like a jack-in-the-box and slash the bastards' throats.

2) Keep the "shiv " hid, and try to reason with your captors.

Nosferatu