The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of mangled, bloody deer carcasses are scattered all over a rural, two-lane highway, like, their eyes are stuck staring up at the sky, and the air's thick with the smell of rot and gasoline. It's nighttime, the only light coming from a nearby, still-functioning streetlight, casting long shadows over the whole scene. The asphalt itself is slowly repairing itself, the potholes and cracks sealing up like they never existed, despite no work crews being around. Uh, a bunch of deer crossing signs are stuck into the ground along the side of the road, looking pretty battered.