One night she was driving with Elvis blaring on the radio. News came on after the King’s song finish. First part was the normal news weather and such. Janet didn’t pay it any attention was about to change the channel. When she heard about strange happen in town she was close to. People disappearing, other found dead with odd rocks growing out of the spines. Of course this was the mutant flaunts. When is it not our flaunt, Janet mutter.  A young girl voice drew Janet’s attention. Crying explaining how her friend just seemed to be swallowed up by the ground, leaving her bags behind. Deciding to head to the street that where the girl disappeared. Thinking she may be of some help.<br/><br/>A few minutes later she arrived at Sist street. Parking her car beside at the curb. There was just one vehicle on the street.  Not seeing the occupants. Actually there was no one on the street.  Drawing her brow as she wondered as she remember the girls say that were near alley when their friend had disappeared. Zipping up her black leather jacket she headed down alley look for clues.  She wonder the back alleys  of the town for few minutes when she heard a male voice.<br/><br/>"Who is there?" the voice asked.<br/><br/>“ A few gutter rats and Me”Janet called back hopping the owner of the voice would have some since of humor. “Janet Evans.” She added just to be on the safe side.She walked towards the voice. She saw three figures.Holding her hands up showing that she meant no harm. “And how are you three?”