Krystal loaded into her car and headed down a quaint road back to her camp site. It was getting dark. Krystal became nervous. She knew that she should have set up camp earlier. It is almost immpossible to pitch a tent at night, and she forgot her bug spray. The mosquitos would eat at her skin tonight.
Krystal turned on the radio. Not many stations in this rural area. She surfed around until she heard a voice. A high pitched southern voice, "The lord sayeth unto his people, 'Go about and spread the seed. Let the worm eat the seed and infest our bodies'..." Krystal took notice of the sermon. What? The preacher continued, "Let the worm feast on us. Like I was tellin' Miss Garfield the other day, the worm gives us the strength to live. The power of the lord!" Krystal was confused. What religion was this? She had never heard of such teachings in her Theology class at U.F..
The sun was almost gone now. Hidden behind some small hills and full trees. A symphony of crickets were playing in the weeds. Krystal was some what disgusted by the eerie sermon, so she reached for the dial. "I have been told that a new one has found her way to town..." Click. Krystal's eyes widened. She quickly turned the radio back on, "...learn the way of the seed. The truth of the worm." What was he talking about? Krystal stared at the radio for a moment, and then switched the channel.
She heard music. It was drowning in static. Krystal recognized the voice and the beat. Glenn Fry. "You belong to..." Crash. Her car spun a hundred and eighty degrees. The air bag exploded in her face. Krystal was disoriented. Dazed. Her cheek was raw, burned from the air bag. What did she hit?
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