Post by Dallas Cook on Sept 5, 2010 1:10:30 GMT -5
In a way, it was kind of nice to be back at the place where he had spent all of his high school years. Actually, he took that back - he wasn't all that nice. He had never liked school that much, just like any other kid, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed reliving the memories of when he was something other than the lifeless loser he was at the moment. Dropping the cigarette from his fingers and stepping on it with his shoe, he let out a sigh. Crossing over to the other side of the school and rounding the corner, he sat down against the wall, a grin slowly spreading across his face as he watched the playground. Soon enough, a few kids would show up, hoping to find something to do during the hot days of a Florida summer. That right there would be his chance to strike; no one else watching, all the witnesses dead. He hadn't fed in over a week, and he was getting hungry... or thirsty, or whatever. Either way, he was there, and he was waiting.
