he found himself in the canteen area of the hospital, attempting to find something a little better than the crap they had brought him on a tray. noah was distant, not his usual bubbly, sarky self. he’d lost the love of his young life -- zoe. if only he’d been quicker, if only he’d got to her in time, she’d still be ALIVE now. he could still remember the look on her face as she floated out of the coffin, DEAD. he chose to not think about it, to push it to the back of his mind. he should be used to this by now, everyone he cared about was brutally murdered. he stopped in the line, noticing a girl his age reading an article about a recent murder spree. he’d been keeping an eye on the case for a while, it fascinated him. ❝ —- oh, she’s a great serial killer. really smart. she’s killed over eighty people, you know? still never been caught, do you know how hard that is? a killer’s usually caught after the tenth kill, but this one, she’s unique. ❞