When I wake up I can see through the window that the sun is high in the sky.

Guess I slept in. I'm trying to get my brain to work when I hear a noise from the kitchen. What th- oh, right, Lana. Okay, let's have this out of the way.

I get up and go to look for her. Maybe she made a coffee. I need a coffee first before this talk. Or I just need some more time to think about what I'm actually going to say. I have no idea.

I leave my room but immediately stop in my track and double take. What the hell? This is not right! Something is off with the place! I look around the space from the part that is my living room to the right where is the kitchen. There stands Lana a coffee pot in one hand a cup in the other.

I narrow my eyes at her while she's looking back at me. She looks away first. I watch her fill the cup, get another one from the cabinet and she fills it too.

Clearing her throat, she asks, "How do you take your coffee?"

I ignore the question and ask my own. "You've been cleaning here?"

"Well, yeah, it helps me think."

"You touched my stuff?"

She shakes her head quickly. "No, not really. I just got rid of the mess, I didn't move any of your stuff, it's just rearranged." I take one more look around. I'll check later.

"Black, sugar."

She blinks. "Excuse me?" She asks slowly.

I motion to the cup still in her hand. "The coffee, I take it black with sugar."

She looks down at it as if she forgot she was holding it. But then she starts moving, adding sugar to my coffee and milk to hers. I can see her hands shaking a little. Maybe she's nervous, though when she looks back at me her expression screams determined. She sits on one of the stools by the counter and looks expectantly at me.

So I leave my spot before my door and go sit with her. I sip on my coffee, thinking what the hell I'm gonna tell her. But before I even start to form something in my head she's talking.

"Last night, I was thinking and... You don't really want a roommate, right?"

I want to deny it but she beats me to it.

"You don't really need the money either, do you? You wouldn't make the rent so cheap if you did."

I open my mouth to talk again but she holds one hand up to stop me and continues.

"I don't care what your reason for this is. I was thinking about it yesterday, a lot and I decided it's not really important." She looks down at her hands which have been playing absently with her cup, she then looks up.

"Look, the thing is, I don't really have a family to turn to for help, or friends for that matter. I managed to finish high school and since then I was working my ass off trying to save the money so I could go to this nursing program. But the only reason I was able to start and make it through this year was that I didn't have to pay the rent where I was staying. So I really do need this room. I seriously doubt I will be able to find something this cheap and even with the job at the clinic, I'm sure I will be forced to drop out again." She takes a deep breath.

"So what I suggest is, that you just tell me the rules of the house and I'll follow them. You want to know something about me, ask away."

I just stare at her. I can't remember the last time I was stunned into the silence. Have I been ever? I go through everything she said again in my head as I pick up the forgotten coffee. I take a small sip, shifting my eyes around the room, I'm looking at nothing particular.

Do I have some questions for her? She pretty much answered everything I was interested in knowing. She's twenty-three, no family or friends I'd have to worry about. And a bonus, she doesn't care I don't really care for having the company. So no forced conversations in the future.

I feel a smirk forming on my face. This is fantastic! I look back at her. She's watching me, eyes wide, biting her lower lip, still playing with her mug nervously. She might be the best roommate I could ask for.

"You are a clever little bee," I tell her, still smiling. "I'm really not much of a people person, so you do your things, I'll do mine and we'll get along just fine." Then I remember. "Oh, but I was serious about the homemade meals. I wouldn't mind if you'd share once in a while."

"That's it? No other rules?" She asks carefully as if she didn't believe me.

"No... Wait, yes, only one though. Don't touch my hunting gear. Ever."

She gives me a quick nod. "Okay, sure, I wouldn't touch it even if you didn't tell me not to. I didn't even see it." She looks around searching for it.

I point to the door in the corner of the kitchen. "It's in the basement, now that I think about it, don't go down there. There are car parts and stuff everywhere, you'd break your neck tripping over something."

She looks from the door back to me and nods again.

"So." She stands from her spot. "For the homemade meal, I'm going to put something together now, for a lunch, you want some too?"

My smirk turns into a full smile. "Sure. Thanks." With that, I stand up too and go to take a shower. This talk went a lot easier than I thought it would.

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I'm looking down into the pit. After the comfortably quiet and very good lunch, the girl can cook, I went for a pit hunt and finally, I found one I like. It took a few hours of searching but this one looks it'll do. It's not that far from my spot and still in the parts of the woods where people just don't go because it's easy for them to get lost here. The signal here sucks and because the sound doesn't carry here, no one would hear them call for help.

I grew up in these woods. I did get lost here only once when I was still a kid. I managed to find my way back home and since then, I never get lost again.

I try to drop a rock into the pit to see how deep it is. Not as much as I would like it to be but it's still okay. Maybe I could buy a lime...

I go to collect the frat boy's body and throw it in. I hear the tell tale sound of it hitting the bottom. Okay, this went well.

I go back to my truck and go to Wade's. I found some missed calls from him from last night. Guess he was worried, he always worries. Trying to tell me what to do, giving me pieces of advice. I don't know why though. I've been doing this for years now and it's not like he actually knows how I do it or when... my thoughts go to today's morning. Well, that particular advice seems to turn out okay.

I spend the rest of the day with Wade. We have a few beers, I tell him what I found out about Lana and not to worry. He looks satisfied with what I've told him about her and the rest of the time we don't touch the subject.

Now I'm almost at the house. I see a faint light from the living room. Looks like Lana is still up.

When I walk inside she looks up from the couch and when she sees me, she reaches for the control and starts to get up. "I'll go to my room."

But I shake my head, I'm in an excellent mood. "No, stay if you want. I'll just grab something to eat."

She smiles and sits back down.

As I'm going through the fridge I can hear the TV late news.

... the police continue to search for the serial killer supposedly responsible for a murder of five young people that were found in this area. According to psychological profile, that has been made on the basis of the collected evidence, the killer is a man, in his late twenties or in his thirties. He most likely lives alone and generally doesn't seek the company of other people, including dating and other forms of encounters with women. The police opened....

I look up and see Lana switching the channels. She glances my way and when she sees me watching her she asks, "Sorry, did you want to listen to the news? I can change it back."

The smirk that formed on my face moments ago turns into a real smile.

"No, you put on whatever you want."

Life is good.

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