It is finals week and nobody has any dinning dollars left. The campus store has dwindling supplies though. You never see anyone buying anything.
You hear someone scream. Not an hour goes by when someone doesn’t scream. You don’t know why, you have never screamed in your hall, but nobody ever checks to see why someone is screaming.
You started by pulling one all-nighter but then the hours just started to melt together after that. Why sleep at night when you can get 30 minutes of sleep every few hours instead. You are never tired anymore. Time doesn’t make as much sense as it used to.
You go to find your classes for this semester. You see that one of them is in a building you’ve never heard of. You ask around. Nobody has heard of it. You check your schedule. It is clearly marked on your map, between two buildings you do know. You go there. There is no third building.
It is time for rush. You see them roaming the campus looking for new what? Prey? Friends? You aren’t sure. You are too scared to ask.
The commons are always dirty. The staff is constantly cleaning but it is no use. Food and empty plates appear even with no students eating.
You ask your super senior friend how many years they have been here. Your friend looks sad. Your friend asks what year it is.
Your dorm-mates hate the townies and the feeling is mutual. There are townie bars and areas. You never go there. You are not afraid. You don’t know why you don’t go there.
You have a 200 level math class. You need help with a problem but can’t find anyone to help. You know your college offers math degrees. Nobody can help. You go to the math department. There are only freshmen. They don’t know where the upperclassmen are, they have never met any. You think that there might not be any. Not anymore.
You sit in the library. You are staring at a book but you can’t remember what class it was for. It is 9 weeks in. You can’t remember your professor’s face. You see an assignment sheet with your name on it. Is that your name? It doesn’t sound right.
