BUZZ! BUZZ!
"What the FUCK?!" Claire shouted aloud, falling out of what should really be considered a cot rather than a bed. She hadn't realized a fully functioning alarm clock had come with the house. Why the hell should she be awake any earlier than 8 o'clock?
She check the time. "Six? SIX AM. SIX IN THE MORNING. I CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS."
Outraged, she yanked the plug from the outlet and crammed herself back into the bed. Just as she became comfortable, Raoul came up and began licking her face, preventing her from falling back asleep.
She angrily sat up. "Fuck off, mutt," she muttered, tossing him onto the floor. Immediately regretting it, she pet his head and stood up, stretching. Blinking and yawning, she looked at the small table. It had a rice ball on it, and never one to waste food, she gobbled it up immediately. Reflecting on the weird, sour aftertaste, it struck her that she hadn't place that there. Where had it come from? Did she just eat food leftover from the dead man? What if he had eaten on it? FUCKING DISGUSTING.
She ran outside, retching all over her shitty little yard. She felt better at first, but her mood was worsened when she realized that her now-empty stomach was making some strange noises.
It was too early for any of the stores to be open, so she was stuck with no other option than to look around the surrounding woods for a meal. Perhaps she could find something to sell, too…
Grumbling even more, she threw a leash around Raoul and began jogging towards the end of the field. Actually, the field was huge now that she looked at it- it was just all the god damn weeds that made it intolerable…
The scenery wasn't too bad the further from town she got- some of the flowers were actually quite nice. Too bad the weather was unbearably humid, and it smelled like a candle shop. She noticed a hairy, burly man staring at a tree stump- he was hideous, no way he was married. Potential sugar daddy?
Running her hands through her hair, she skipped up to him. "Hi, I'm-"
"I know who you are." The man glared down at her. "Everybody knows. Rich city girl, we get it, no need to show off." Claire shook her head, confused. Who thought she was rich? "Look here, city girl," the man continued. "You ever get tired of that money, you come see me. I build shit. Your house? I can make that bigger. Your barn? I can double the size. My house is right over there."
Claire blinked a few times, and backed away.
Why was everybody acting so hostile…?