When you've got nowhere else to turn, what would you do... at the crossroads?
Krystal stood on the road, burying a box in the middle of the intersection. It might have seemed dangerous, if not for the fact that the road was an old, rarely-used limerock one. And if not for the fact that it was midnight. The only light Krystal had to see by was her electric lantern and the light from the moon and stars. Evening out the last of the earth with her shovel, she stood and...Read On