Crystal staggered out of the dilapidated building she woke up in still scratching at her mangy blond hair.  She blinked her eyes a few times trying to get adjusted to the light and noticed that the street in front of her seemed empty.  It was strange for an afternoon in Randomburg to be that empty and Crystal rolled her eyes in disgust of trying to find a trick to make some quick cash for a few rocks.  She took one of her ever handy KFC moist towelettes from her back pocket to clean her face and hands with it; noticing she only had a few left.<br/><br/><em>Shit, I gotta hit up Kentucky Fried Chicken soon to get some more wipes.  </em><br/><br/>Her tongue ran across her dry lips and she straightened herself up as much as she could walking to the corner.  A car came whizzing by her with a family screaming at her to<strong>"GET OUT OF THE CITY!!"</strong>but that certainly wasn't unusual given Crystal M. Smockar's line of work.  Her scabbed hand held up a middle finger to the car as it drove out of sight.  The twitches and nerves in her body were screaming to get the drugs and Crystal reached into her bra to take out a crack-pipe made of tin foil.  She looked at the foil pipe peculiarly through her sunken eyes, scouring it for any residue and grabbed a lighter to see if she could get a tiny hit.  A small puff of smoke crept out of her toothless mouth and her body relaxed a little.<br/><br/>After standing on the corner for a half hour (<em>it was really only a minute or two but the poor woman had no patience</em>) with no customers Crystal started making her way over to KFC that was a few blocks up.  As she rounded the second corner a large black creature jumped in her path and charged at her leg!  Instinctively, Crystal grabbed the trusty knife she kept in the front of her jeans and jammed it into the creature; its blood spattering onto her sweatshirt as it convulsed on the cement.<br/><br/><strong>"What the FUCK!? Am I hallucinating again?"</strong>She screamed, not expecting an answer.<br/>