An Alien

As you guys sit there drinking rum and getting to know each other you all hear that familiar little blip noise outside the cloth curtain that acted as the front door. One of the nearby aliens had gotten purple level access. Oh shit!

Abigail and Nuru look at each other and then both slowly turn their gaze towards you.

"It has got to be you this time." Says Abigail. "You are a hot commodity right now. I hope it's not me, I'm not sure I could handle another one right now."

Nuru nods. "It will be him for sure. I haven't had a purple in months." She gives your hand a squeeze. "Just relax and go with it, it's better that way."

Abigail nods. "Yes, go with the flow and enjoy it. It's the best you can do. Trust us."

'Fuck this!' You think, 'They'll have to catch me kicking and screaming!'

You try to leap to your feet only to have your body sit there still. You try again...nothing. You sit at the table as you were, as if you were enjoying some rum with your friends. You try to pick up your cup, so you can throw it at whatever comes through the door. Nothing. Your fight or flight instinct is screaming at you to do something, but you just sit there.

"I can't move!" You say, your voice thick with fear.

Your two new friends look at each other with a knowing look. Abigail looks back to you. "Okay, it is you then. Good luck. We will stay close if we can. And remember, just go with it. It is so much worse if you fight it."

By this point you could all hear something approaching the door to the hut. The curtain begins to rustle. After a few unbearably tense moments the curtain folds open.