THERE’S A FINE LITERARY TRADITION of people getting stuck in the middle of nowhere and their whole fabric of society breaking down.

Maybe you had to read Lord of the Flies in class. Or, like, Heart of Darkness.

If you did, then you kind of know what to expect here.

People find themselves in the wilderness and it doesn’t take long before the rules don’t apply anymore.

All of the unwritten, unspoken tenets of civilized life we take for granted?

They break down in the wilderness.

All those laws you think protect you?

They don’t matter when there’s no one around to enforce them.

Some people, in the wilderness, they let themselves go. They give in to the inhuman side of their brains. They build their own societies, with their own rules.

They howl at the fucking moon.