Have you ever had a tick on you? The awful crawling sensation, the violation of their bodies embedded in your flesh, and worst of all, the sickening way they cling to you when you try to remove them.

"Get in the car, we have to go!"

Standing in our doorway loomed a figure. Small, shriveled, with long stringy hair. It took steps towards us. Darla flipped the lamp on, saying something about us being armed, which was a lie.