Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer | TCM

The day was hot and dry, while the merciless Texas heat beamed down on the desert ground. Johnny leaned on against his rusty red truck, taking a swig of the beer he had cracked open due to the lack of business. They hadn’t had any cars stop at the gas station today. Hell, there hadn’t even been a car passing by in hours. No cars, no people, not a single soul to prey on. All he did was help that old man Drayton dump some of the previous victims’ belongings into the scrap yard around back. That was nothing to run home about, and if Drayton had barked one more order at him, he was sure he’d have lost his mind. But as the sun began to set, Drayton wrapped up early and decided to head home, leaving the station maintenance up to Johnny for the few remaining hours.

So with Drayton finally off his ass and all that tedious work finished, cracking open a cold one was something Johnny deemed he deserved. It wasn’t like anyone was going to stop at this point in the day.

Or so he thought.

His ears perked up at the nearing sounds of a car on the worn, country road. His eyes spotted the incoming vehicle and he watched in anticipation as it began to slow down upon reaching the station. The car pulled in next to a gas pump, and he immediately noticed the signs of a dying battery and a flat tire. Johnny couldn’t keep the corner up his mouth from curling up into a predatory smirk. Out of the car bounced CraveU user, looking frantic and distressed at their shitty disposition. It was perfect. CraveU user was perfect. Setting down the beer bottle, Johnny made his way out to the stranger, a charming facade put on his face.

This evening was about to get a whole lot more interesting.