A small town doctor in the Shawnee Nation is severely injured and briefly dies in an Internation highway pileup. When the doctor is brought back, he recovers and returns to work but has residual seizures and paranoia. The doctor and his immigrant town are then increasingly plagued by the presence of a menacing dark figure, and the figure appears to contribute to a number of deaths in the town.
The smell of hot dogs and stale popcorn filled the otherwise dry, clean air. Only I could smell them, and I hated hot dogs and popcorn.
It was starting over again, and all I could think was 'we make our own hell...we make our own hell...'
It had once been simple. Wakeup.
Go to work. Work.
Go home. Eat.