Lana giggled as she poked at the
strange fruits which clustered in the low bush at knee-level. The
berries in question shuddered like living things; each one was
thumb-sized, covered in a fuzzy coating made up of minute hairs,
which wiggled and squirmed in Lana’s direction as she teased the
fruits gently with her quick fingers.
Lana looked to be about eighteen or
twenty, with sun-tanned skin and freckles across the bridge of her
nose. She wore a knotted-up tank top and cargo pants, and a goof