@trashindies
tonight was like most nights. him having the biggest desire to kill but there was no one close that was anywhere close to fulfilling to those desires. it had been way too long. three months to be exact and nobody from his campus had an idea where his classmate could’ve gone. ofcourse they knew he was killed but the police never found his body as the killer did a ‘ great job at hiding it ’. little did they know that the killer was just this close to them. he could’ve taken the time and kill one of them - but they were no fun. he needed some fun. and when he realized there was no food in his fridge his night got even worse - also this shitty, messy flat wasn’t cheering him up either. as he decided to take a walk outside he ended up in the bad part of where he lived. his usual hunting area. he did look around, only vaguely though. again - not a single person out there to satisfy his needs. he opened the door to this shady convenience store where he always came after his actions - mostly to get something for on the way home but now he actually needed something from there. he greeted a guy in the corner of the shop and a girl behind the desk. infront of her there was a almost glass looking window, to protect her or something. brady made his way to one of the cooling units, taking out a carton of milk before he closed the door again - taking two steps away from it to step upon what turned out to be a wallet. out of reflex he kicked it away then looking up as he kicked it against someone else. eyes widened, pressing his lips upon eachother. GOD, he hated to apologize for no valid reason. “OH SORRY”. brady spoke in a low tone. “didn’t see you there... eh - is that yours ??”
