Your feet hit in rhythm against the sidewalk, the crinkling of the white plastic bag in your hand adding to the natural percussion of your footfall. The sun was just beginning to lower in the sky, the first few threads of orange and pink beginning to drift into the pale blue sky. For September, the natural warmth of an early California autumn kept you warm, a slight breeze whisking softly past your arms. 
 Last night, two of your classmates had been murdered, and in the daze of it all you couldn’t figure out what you were supposed to do. Mourn and cry, or press on and ignore everything terrible going on? There was a killer out there, and there was no telling if they’d strike again. No matter, you had to pick something up from the corner store, so you had to send everything to the back of your mind for now. 
 Turning the corner, you saw someone standing beside the stop sign right in front of the white stripped cross walk. They turned their head to look at you, a smile appearing on their face as you quickly recognized each other: they were one of your close friends from school. 
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