Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest.
Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation.
Trying to solve this my...
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After the "nice and friendly" talk with Nolan you needed a cigarette. You both took a break from talking and got a coffee. You thought he'd need some quiet and calm too but no, he was doing fine. All the traumatising things that happened didn't affect him. Either he wasn't copeing, didn't show that he was copeing or just didn't care. He was in a good mood even. You couldn't figure out his emotional state which made you very confused. These situations weren't normal which he was aware of but he just- he just didn't care somehow? It was unusual but you decided not to question it too much. It was good for him that he was doing alright.
Going through the covered up back of the trunk you found some cans and cookware and a gas bottle which meant that you both could have some warm meals in the future. You weren't in the mood to think about food but it was a nice information anyway. You worried about your rats and plants at home tho.
"Nolan?"
"Yeees"
"Were you feeding my rats at home?"
"Never did."
"Hm."
"Why are you asking?"
"Someone was feeding them. Or I was having mad amnesia..."
"Sounds like Hoods."
"Wha? Yellow mustard frowny face asshole?"
"Yea. Figured he was the one breaking in after you told me about the encounter at home."
"Figured that too but- I never told you."
"Yes you did."
You were sure you never told him but oh well. Maybe you were too sleep deprived yesterday and told him. Beer and painkillers don't mix too well after all.
Your rats had enough food and snacks for a week in their cage but you should try and get someone to feed them and water your plants sooner or later. 'Hoods' surely wouldn't do it again if you weren't in the flat to fuck with. Sending a email to your neighbour who had a key should work. Once you were at a library you could definitely try that.
The rest of the day went by fast. You drove for a while, listening to CDs and that was pretty much it. Before it was dark you got to Parkersburg in West Virgina and parket at Front Boreman Park. Nolan decided to cook dinner, not cook but make a can of beans and spaghetti warm while you smoked a cigarette.
"What's the plan for tomorrow?"
"Dunno. Not die." You were tired but Nolan just talked and talked
"Yea this too. In Order not to die you should eat something y/n."
"Right."
Eating shitty canned food wasn't very great but it tasted alright. That's what Nolan said, but you just weren't hungry in general. Every single food looked unappealing and like poison to you, that's what your brain decided to do as a copeing mechanism. It was a shit copeing machanism and you knew it. You just ended up making yourself swallow the whole bowl without thinking too much about it.
