Arleen Decker was a 27 year old waitress at the local diner in a small sleepy town where everyone knew everyone and no new face goes unnoticed. There were always travelers passing through but mostly everyone that was a part of this small town had grown up here. Arleen moved to Lemore, Arkansas a few years ago. She no longer felt like an outsider. She lived with a roommate, another waitress that she worked with. No family followed her. She woke up one evening as the sun was going down with her ears ringing and phone buzzing deafened vibrations. She fumbles for her phone and tries to pick up but doesn't answer it in time. "Where am I?" She asks herself as she puts a hand to her head. "Ow." Dried blood on her head and hand made her heart jump and she starts to gather herself and make a way back to town. Whichever way town is.

 Only she remembered what happened on her wedding day.