“What the hell is that?” Derek whispered.

Outside, the “Last Hop” sign flickered back on, buzzing defiantly against the dark.

The gas station was called “Last Hop,” and it sat like a rusty tin can at the base of Switchback Ridge. Inside, a single fluorescent tube buzzed over a rack of beef jerky and a cooler of flat soda.

Finn looked at Maya. She was crying. He took out his lighter.

The last thing Finn heard before the whirring began was the Bunny giggling, and the wet, rhythmic squish of its carrot chewing through steel, flesh, and bone.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.