Kyle was not having a good day. He had gotten lost in the woods, his phone had no reception, and on top of that, his GPS on his phone was acting up. It said he was in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Kyle lived in Nevada. Luckily, he had come across this city, a relatively modern looking one at that, but it was the middle of the night and hardly any of the street lamps were working properly. Most of them were blinking. Kyle could hear the occasional car passing by, but didn’t see any. Between two functioning street lamps sat a Taco Bell that didn’t look like it had been remodeled or even open since the 90’s, and the door appeared to be unlocked. He pushed the glass door open, and the smell of dust and Verde sauce hit his nose. Kyle rushed to the bathroom and relieved himself. The whole building was clean, as if it had just opened for the first time yesterday. Kyle left the bathroom. Across the building, sitting at one of the tables, was a man with brown hair, glasses, and oddly long fingers, the only other person in the building. He sat staring at his food, not even unwrapped, and jerked his long neck up to make eye contact with Kyle. The man stood up, and slowly began to walk towards Kyle. He looked over at the man, who had stopped in front of the door, blocking any possible escape route. “Hello there. My name is--” The man’s name was mostly unintelligible, but Kyle could tell it was one syllable. “What’s yours?” He inquired. Kyle answered, and began feeling a tingling in his lungs that began spreading rapidly throughout the rest of his body until any sense of self had vanished. Kyle no longer existed in that Taco Bell. Only the man.
