Chapter 20. I smell like dry blood and chicken farts

“What is it with you and cryptid creatures,” Sam inquired to Mj as they pulled out of the parking lot and  onto the road. Sam flipped the headlights on and the cab became suddenly dark. Mj was thankful for it, the dark made her a little more comfortable and her childhood wasn't exactly something she enjoyed talking about. “Oh it's nothing really” Mj laughed nervously, “I just read a lot as a kid and the library had a very strange limited selection.”