Kenny’s POV

“What the fuck is that?”

I felt it, long before Billie commented, still miles from Marty’s only now just gettin’ on the main road back into town. We’d made a detour to Rocco’s pickin’ up the whole gang, knowing if this got real ugly then we’d need all the help we could get. It had started with a pressure in my gut, an all too familiar cramp that left the back of my neck damp.

Almost like a rut, but it ...