Wake up, roll out of bed, brew some coffee, get dressed, go to classes. The normalcy of life, the dreary half existence of Kent Adams. For him, it was either go to college or be a failure, like the rest of the family was, Kent wasn't exactly ecstatic over being anything like them, the useless vermin that they were. Hell, sometimes he wished he'd never been born, just so he wouldn't have to bear the same surname as they had.
He'd never really cared for his classes, the subject didn't really interest him, nuclear physics, oh the humanity. It had good money in it, and that's all that really mattered right now, the money, and how much of it he could make as fast as possible.
The drive home was as melancholy as it usually was, silent, dreary, lonely. The cold sweeps over him like a blanket, damn the Washington weather.
The driveway made no noise at all, no crunch of rubber on stone, no crushing sounds of snow being compacted. The tires didn't even really make a sound, leaving an eerie feeling wavering over him like a curtain. "So quiet..." He treads up to the door, as silent as the car had been, and puts his hand on the door knob, it was unlocked. Fear gripped him, the claws of insanity digging into him as he walked through the door. Nothing had been changed, there was no evidence of anyone coming in, he must have just left the door unlocked.
(( *sigh* It shall be continued.... on a day that I can focus. ))
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