Abandoned and alone at a highway rest stop in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains, the night breeze begins to caress your cheek. The scent of wet pine whispers that you’re home. The taste of iron in your mouth reminds you that you can’t stay here forever.

Abandoned and alone at a highway rest stop in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains, the night breeze begins to caress your cheek. The scent of wet pine whispers that you’re home. The taste of iron in your mouth reminds you that you can’t stay here forever.