Aidan cradled his stomach and groaned. “Pull over. I can’t wait.”

Justin smirked. “I told you that roach coach looked sketchy.I feel fine.”

“Shut up and pull over now!” Aidan cried.

Aidan burst from the hatchback before it rolled to a stop, and half-ran, half-waddled into the desert that bordered the highway. Justin stretched out against the car ready to wait out the crisis. He had no desire to be anywhere near his friend while shit was involved.

After ten minutes in the hot sun he was done waiting. “Hey buddy, ready for some tee-pee?”

A minute passed with no answer.

“C’mon Aidan, please don’t make me come over there.” Justin said.

Another minute passed.

“I’ll leave you here, I swear to God.” Justin threatened.

Justin began to worry. Maybe something had happened to Aidan. Maybe he had passed out.

Aidan’s foot prints were easy to follow. When he came upon his friend, he choked. Aidan was frozen, pinned in place by a writhing star shaped tentacle. Soft slurping sounds filled the air.

“Aidan!”