His eyes were heavy. Marty had only dozed off for a few hours before moving on again. The world was still saturated in night. The road cut through a deep thick section of forest; it was driving down a hallway. The only light was from overhead, the moon, the stars. The Fairlane's headlights did what they could, but still, the poor visibility kept Marty on the edge of his nerves.
Up ahead, there was a clearing in the forest. A light glowed. It was a gas station and convenience store. He pulled in, filled up and walked inside. His gut was empty and complaining, audibly.
He grabbed up some sandwiches, snacks and some bottled water. It wasn't until he made it to the check-out counter that he noticed the strange-looking people wandering the isles.