The first figure steps from behind the tree.

And then another.

And another, and another, and another. Soon they were surrounding me. Easily 20 of them. But I knew there were billions more.

They didn’t move at first, the black, gaping holes where their eyes should be just sort of stared at me. They just sort of watched me. I didn’t know what to say, for nothing I could say would stop them.

First, only one of them started moving. Then the rest of them followed, their feet gliding along the ground, just inching closer to me. Within seconds, they were all around me, just brushing the edges of my body.

That’s when one of them sprayed that shit in my face.

And that’s when my world became black.