Listening to Ice Nine Kills, Lindy bops her head to the loud music. Being on a secluded back road, she doesn’t feel bad for blasting her heavy metal with her windows down. When a stop sign appears in the distance, she eases off her gas. Once at a full stop, she rocks out, her long hair flying around with all her movements.

A thunderous knocking breaks her from her music bubble. She glances to her passenger side and would have jumped out her seat if not for her seatbelt. An extremely battered looking woman pounds on her window.

“Please let me in! He’s coming after me!” The woman pleads, eyes wide with terror. Lindy clicks the button in her car to unlock it and the door swiftly opens. She almost catapults herself into the seat. “Go!”

As her foot eases on the gas, another figure appears, this time behind her car. This one is much more menacing. A tall person with a white mask with no face holes in it stalking closer to her vehicle.

She usually never speeds. She never needs to. Enjoying the ride meant taking the long ways to prolong her time. Her foot feels like it is made of cement as it presses the pedal into the floor.

His fist manages to clank against her trunk but other than that, they get away safely.

The woman next to her breathes out a sigh of relief like she hasn’t breathed a single breath in days. “What happened to you?”

“That maniac killed all of my friends. I’m the only survivor,” she says, whimpering at the realization.

Lindy gasps. Was this like a real life horror movie? Who could do something like that?

“I’m driving us to the police station. Once we get off this back road, you can use my phone and call your family,” Lindy offers, trying to keep her voice even. “Thank you. I’m Raya.”

“Lindy.”

A silence overtakes them. What can you say to someone who just went through something like that?

“I can’t believe I’m the final girl,” Raya whispers, not really to Lindy but more to herself. “I’m not final girl material.”

“What?” Now Lindy is confused. She knows what a final girl is but why is Raya talking about it. “That guy…he told us he was going to make a movie and his film would center around whoever the final girl was. He just didn’t know which of us embodied that title. To find the perfect final girl, he had to kill the rest.” Tears stream freely down her cheeks.

Lindy bites her lip to refrain from letting out any surprised noise. Raya endured much more than she originally thought. She presses down on the gas a bit harder. This woman needs help.

Seeing her wiping her tears, dirt smearing on her cheeks, Lindy opens the center console and digs into it with one hand. “Here are some tissues. And some pretzels if you’re hungry,” she says, hoping that this road ends soon.

“Thank you,” Raya responds, carefully using the tissues to soak up her tears. “In my escape, another car just continued past me like I wasn’t shouting for help. You didn’t have to stop, but you did.”

Lindy doesn’t know what to say to that. Of course she stopped. She couldn’t imagine leaving Raya on the side of the street with that killer around.

A truck horn interrupts the silence. Behind her car is a large pickup truck, and she curses when the vehicle speeds closer. The driver has the mask on that will haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life, no matter how long that may be.

“Go faster!” Raya shouts, the franticness returning.

“I’m going to crash if I go faster!” Lindy yells back. Even with her statement, the car’s speed increases since the truck is closing the gap.

Lindy just walked—no, drove into what she thought was the end of a horror movie and now she and Raya need to survive this no face killer.

Her car jolts forward from the impact of the truck crashing into it. Lindy’s hands on the steering wheel wildly try to redirect her car as it spins sideways. When they’re off the beaten road and the masked villain approaches them, Lindy is reminded that this isn’t a movie. The terror doesn’t end when the credits roll.