STRANGE CARNIVORES
"Don't go into the swamp!" The girl behind the counter looked at me with concern leaking through her goth makeup. She was the fourth, or maybe the fifth, person to warn me. It depends on whether you count the guys at the gas station as one person or two. I smiled and picked up my bag of groceries and headed out to my car. I wasn't sure whether it was real concern about my competence as a woman, or they just didn't like the swamp. It didn't matter to me either way and it wasn't going to change my plans.
Heat hit me as I stepped out the door. I'd walked into walls that had less force. The bag of last minute supplies went in the back alongside the eight cases of bottled water. I pulled a bottle out and climbed into my truck. The AC banished the sticky heat and I headed out of town.