Crystal watched as the<em>police officer</em>and the guy wearing a human sign and wielding a garden hoe walked away from her up the street.  She was relieved that she wasn't going to jail, at least not today.<br/><br/><em>"Oh my god! Someone help me!"</em>From behind she heard a woman scream and twirled around to see one of those black creatures, bigger than the one she encountered feasting on the woman's neck while she struggled on the ground.<br/><br/><strong>Blood.  Gush.  Spatter.  Blood. </strong><br/><br/>"What the fuck is going on?"  She asked herself with the little reasoning she had left in her abused brain.  Always the good citizen of Randomburg, Crystal crouched down to her knees focusing on the woman's purse that had been strewn into the street.  Hallucination or not, she was getting that purse!  She waited quietly for the giant creature to finish feeding on the woman and hop away.  Licking her lips, Crystal ran over near the woman and grabbed the purse.  Hoisting it up onto her shoulder she rummaged through it looking for a wallet as she headed for the KFC.  Jackpot!! $143.00 AND there was even some change jingling in the bottom!<em>This was her lucky day!</em><br/><br/>Crystal opened the heavy glass door to the KFC scanning the tables, corners, and behind the register for customers and employees but saw no one.  The delicious smell of fried chicken wafted through the air but Crystal tuned her attention to the plastic containers on her right that held all the condiments.  She grabbed handfuls of moist towelettes and shoved them in her purse, eyes darting around in paranoia.  She even took a number of sporks and ketchup packets.  Quickly, Crystal ran out of the KFC with all her treasures and even though the chicken smelled great, her body wasn't hungry for<em>food</em>.<br/><br/>A few doors up from the KFC was a sheltered doorway where her regular dealer usually stood.  Normally, she had to beg him for a rock or two with what little money she could scrounge up but not today!!  Since he wasn't outside, Crystal cautiously opened the wooden door that led to a steep staircase and the apartments above the shops on the street.  "Leroy! You here?!"  She yelled.  No response.  The door with the crooked number 13 sticker was slightly ajar and she headed down the hall.<em>*Creak*</em>She poked her leathered face in door.  "Leroy?  It's me."  She whispered.  No response.  Crystal pushed the door open wider just as Leroy was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of fried chicken.  She dug her hand in the purse feeling for the cash and pulled out $100.00 in twenties, leaving a few bucks for the next day and bought 10 crack rocks.  Leroy even gave her a free one for being such a good customer and let her smoke up right there in the apartment out of a burned glass pipe.<br/>