Character Biographies

Amy Walker
Amanda Walker was the standard American wild child. She rebelled as soon as she could say the word “no,” and never stopped. Things only got worse when she turned 17 and got her second car after an accident settlement- a ’72 Pontiac Trans Am. She kept her most of her life hidden from her dad, and never shared her true feelings with anyone, not even herself.
In late April of her senior year she started acting weird towards her friends. She disappeared in mid-May. She was missing about a week and a half before she was found dead in the woods near the lake. The killer left only her body, a couple of shell casings, and a single child-sized footprint. 

Jenny Logan
Jenny’s situation is the quintessential bad home life. Her mom jumped the fence years ago and has continued to do so since. Her dad was a decent guy until he got hurt at work and got screwed out of workman’s comp. Now her brother is following in her dad’s abusive footsteps.
Then two years ago she found a way out in Amy; her best friend and comrade in arms. The two did everything together and Jenny idolized her. When Amy’s body was found in the woods near the lake, it was all the push she needed to jump head-long into the family practice of substance abuse. Now, six months later, she still breaks down on a weekly basis, and lashes out at the only person brave enough to stay by her side:  John.

John Calloway
Like Jenny, John was a friend of Amy’s. He was doing almost as bad dealing with her death as Jenny when the two sat down to let it all out one evening over a burger. He’s been her sounding board and boyfriend ever since. He puts up with her ranting and tries to help her through it all because he knows how hard it is to go through a loss.
He lost his parents in a car wreck years ago. So from the age of eight, he was raised by his grandparents. He grew up like his father: mending fences, chasing cows, planting crops, and using a shovel. With graduation coming up, and no idea what he wants to do with his life, Jenny is pretty much the closest thing to a long term goal he can find.  However, lately he’s not so sure that long term is a good way to describe the relationship.

The Hellstreet Special
It was late 1968 when he first clawed his way free from the depths of hell and the devil shut the gate behind him. For years he’d come when men finished up their preparations for winter fasting to collect his tithe. No one has ever seen his face and lived to tell the tail.
Some say he’s a race driver that crashed his dragster at an army air strip. Some believe he’s a specter, or poltergeist, forced to wander the back roads. Others simply think he’s a madman with a sick sense of humor. There are only two things no one will argue. One is that he drives a black ’55 Chevy gasser with Plymouth fins, green flames, and a powerful engine, and the other is that the hatch marks behind the driver’s mirror have nothing to do with drag racing.