The man did a really bad thing. It was in the heat of passion, and many would say the victims had it coming, but it was still a bad thing.
Now on the run, he takes to his canoe, revisiting the river one last time. The man doesn’t expect he’ll elude the authorities for long, but at least he’ll find some peace until he’s captured.
Making camp for the night, he lies back and gazes to the stars. So many up there. An ever expanding galaxy.
Then there’s a spectacular display of shooting stars, more than he can count. Must be a meteor shower.
As the man drifted off to sleep, he had no idea it wasn’t an ordinary meteor shower. They didn’t burn up when they entered our atmosphere. They are here.
They came from outer space. Sorry, had to say that. By the cover you’ve guessed what they are.
Spiders. Just normal looking, creepy, crawling spiders. They’re not huge. They look normal. But they are endless. They are hungry. And we are food.
In the beginning, I was hoping the man would get eaten by the spiders. Then, as events transpired, as another side of him emerged, as I discovered the bad thing he did, I started to pull for him. I started to hope for him.
But. Yep, the but comes next. This is a horror story. There are no promises made that a character you care about will survive.
Does the man survive? You’ll have to take a ride. A boat ride to where? To what end? Then you’ll know.