Courtney slams on his brakes yet again as the station wagon cuts off his path and wreaks havoc on the motel exterior. Then that's when the people poured out of it, the people like the guy he hit back there. He stayed in his car, the radio switching to the emergency broadcast beeps. Quickly, instinctively, Courtney reached down and turned off the radio to avoid the annoyance of hearing that noise, but when he did, he was greeted by the deathly silence that only the screams and groans of pained agony can bring. Then the shouted, panicked voices of men, men with guns, he could see, and a chainsaw.
Subtly, he locks his door, then reaches around his seat as he unzips his hunting back, pulling out his shotgun, just in case. This was weird. This was all very weird.
It was then he noticed the bodies on the ground, near a truck, one missing a head. "What the hell is going on here?" he said to himself, in disbelief.