Ruth placed her hair in a bun at the the middle of the back of her head. The hair falling on her neck, sticking to her face, was beginning to bother her. The weather was definitely different down here compared to up North. Things were a lot warmer, a lot more humid. Sometimes she wondered how she could even breathe. Her brother had told her it would take a week or two to get used to it, but she was doubting this. Her eyes flitted to the small she was sitting by. There were bugs skimming the surface and the water reflected the full moon above. She was caught, in the dead of night wearing a green tank top and jean shorts. Her shoes were sitting next to her as she pulled her knees to her chest and held them close with her arms.

It had been six days since she had moved from Chicago to this hell hole of a town. She had come with her brother who she had vowed to watch over since she was six years old and he almost drowned in a pool. She always kept close to him like a watchful mother. Currently, they had to share a house because there had only been one for sale and truth be told, that's all they could afford. She had had a pretty decent job in Chicago, but here, she was just a waitress. Her brother had wanted to go somewhere different, somewhere new. And why he had picked some shitty little town in Mississippi was beyond her. Far be it from anyone to understand the mind of Albie Mickey.

Ruth cough a bit and then laid back in the grass. It was too uncomfortable for her, seeing as she was by a tree and had just laid down on a whole mess of roots. So she sat back up and sighed, letting her hair back down out of its pony tail. The girl kept fidgeting where she sat, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to go back home, but she had no reason to stay at the fair grounds. It was only a peaceful place for so long.

She felt like there was someone else out there, but didn't think much of it. It was figured that it was probably a bunch of teenagers or something. So she didn't do anything about it. If they came upon her, so be it. Ruth hadn't heard about the murders yet, and she wasn't aware of the dangers of being out at night.