You seize the narrow window to escape the truck when nobody is looking and run for the tree line. You find yourself in the wilderness and gather firewood and stumble across a Kmart.  You try and hold out the winter but there comes one stiff night when you feel the cold cover you in a blanket of warmth. You wake in the Kmart,  druids and a bunch of pagans around you and join their ranks, partaking in certain substances and learning to listen to the products of aile 3. Modern life had nothing for you that you couldn't find here with the Kmart folk.