The girl is young and pretty, although he could care less. It had been years since a woman being young and pretty meant anything to him. He knew that some people like himself had 'types' that they went after. Joseph was not like most serial killers though. He hunted those that were convenient, like pretty young girls walking along the beach at night, because Joseph hunted out of the need for survival.
"It's William," he said, voice frail and frantic as he looked around. "I can't seem to find William. I can't seem to find him. Were here and then- no, no that's not right. William isn't here, he's in Vietnam, only he should have been home already..."
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Date: 2014-06-17 04:35 am (UTC)"It's William," he said, voice frail and frantic as he looked around. "I can't seem to find William. I can't seem to find him. Were here and then- no, no that's not right. William isn't here, he's in Vietnam, only he should have been home already..."