It seemed like the world was getting more and more violent, not that she saw. Nothing ever happened in the sleepy area of her town, nor the neighboring towns, where her college was. Just country like areas with many farms, little crowded in-towns, and racist bigots. Not like other places in the US... Where things were interesting.

"Good morning America. This is Jeffrey Hopkins with a special report."

Her TV was loud compared to the silence around her, as she got ready for college. She walked through the kitchen, grabbing a pot and a couple of packages of instant ramen. As the stove heated up and the cold water warmed, she semi-consciously listened to the TV.

"As we all know, the last few months have been filled with terror and paranoia as the fearsome killer known as Medic came to light and started a gruesome path of blood throughout the states, slowly making his way westward from the eastern shores."

"Great way to lessen the fear, jackass." She muttered, putting the pot underneath the stream of water, covering the two things of ramen in hot water. She put the pot then on the stove, before walking to the fridge to grab a soda, preferably one with caffeine.

"Hundreds of casualties now have been found torn apart and bloody, the killer seemingly tearing them apart while alive. Police say they were alive for hours before they finally perished, from loss of blood. Most, if not all, were female, and all showed signs of extreme torture."

"... That cop should be fired for giving out that information." She again grumbled, before a small smile formed on her lips. Ah, there was a can of Mountain Dew in the fridge! The last one, it seemed. "Thank the gods for luck." She purred, before opening the can and taking a long swig.

"Police have put out a curfew for all citizens. Stay out no later than 9, and be in your homes before sunset. Report any suspicious characters that seem out of place or dangerous. Females are recommended to carry pocket knives or pepper spray with them at all times."

"Too bad I don't have either. Not that the guy would come to this god forsaken town anyway." More grumbling from the tired female, before she let out a loud yawn. "Damn... no more signing up for 8 o'clock classes..."

"Unfortunately, those who see the Medic, do not live to tell the tale, so there are no descriptions of this maniac. All we can do, is wish you safe travels and please, be safe." With that, the program went back to the weather, which showed rain that afternoon.

"Yeah yeah, liar. You want us to die, so you have more stories and you make more money." She replied in a sarcastic tone, before downing another gulp of the soda. She looked to the stove, and she noticed her ramen boiling. She walked over, turned the knob down to 0, and separated her noodles. She poured them into a butter bowl, and after putting the pot in the sink and grabbed a fork, she sat down on the couch and changed the channel to Law & Order. She began eating as she watched one of her favorite episodes, before her phone began to ring. She turned down the volume, and picked it up, before answering it.

"Dah?"

"Hey Star, it's me, Rose. You up for gaming tonight at the Gamer's Bazaar after college?" Her friend asked, her tone tired as well, but more optimistic.

"Hells yeah. I'm going to own your boyfriend in the campaign." Star said with a smile, her voice now cocky and smart. "My rogue rules the game."

"Uh huh... what's that...? Oh, Scott says he is going to murder your ass and take your coins." Rose replies, Star hearing the man in the background. She laughs, before stretching out, her phone clutched between her arm and her cheek.

"Sure, he will... or maybe he will roll 1 six times in a row again."

"Fuck you Star!" was heard in the background.

"He said fuck you." Was heard in the foreground.

"I know he did." Star chuckled, before noticing the clock. 7:25. "Rose I gotta let you go. I gotta head over."

"Alright. See ya there." At that, she hung up, and Star got off the couch. She let out all the liquid from the ramen, before putting a lid on the bowl. She then grabbed her backpack, her laptop bag, and keys, before going out the door and down the porch steps. She unlocked her car, shoved all her junk into the backseat, before getting in the driver's seat.

"Gods, give this hunk of junk luck..." She asked, before attempting to start the car. After a few seconds of the engine making a 'cha cha cha' sound, it started, making Star let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks gods."

At that, she backed out of her car port, and took off down the road, listening to her personal CD with all of her illegally downloaded music. She put down her window, and let the crisp early morning air hit her face. It was a nice way to wake up, even if she rather sleep in. As the small isolated roads turned to inter town bigger roads, and those turned to the highway, she had time to reflect. There was always murderers on the loose, always criminals. None in her town, except for the occasional drug bust. The man would be caught, eventually... or death would claim him. She drove up the ramp to the right, and made a right turn, before making a left turn into the road to the college. She sighed. At least it made for an interesting story on the news.

As she pulled into the scarce parking lot, she yawned, and shrugged. It didn't matter anyway. The guy would probs go up north to Wellsburg, a more populated and more popular town, or down south to Breaches Bluff, even more of a hick town than her own. She pulled into a spot, and parked, pausing a moment to allow the song to finish. She smiled, before shutting off her car. Ah well, time to go on with my boring day.