July 4th, 1993. You see the signs, something is terribly wrong in Knox County. You make a break for it. Heading west, always westwards, through Muldraugh, past Rosewood. As your car gave out, you took to hitchhiking on the side of the road, thumb outstretched in the pouring rain. Finally, your luck turns and you catch a ride with a group of like-minded individuals. Your group swaps stories of the horror and strangeness they have witnessed in Knox County deep into the night.
After making a wrong turn the cars run out of gas on a quiet backroad. In the mud and rain you all head out on foot towards a small cabin in the woods.