January 10, 2017

It was move-in day and I had gotten back on campus early. The snow was still fresh when I walked up the stairs outside of the lecture hall. I sat down on a bench when I saw a car pull up, out of which came other students and their parents. They seemed lost, wandering aimlessly while giving me weird looks.

A large explosion went off around me. Something dropped down from the elevator shaft. A group of people in dark clothing came out, claiming that this was now their territory. Everyone was numbered on the spot. Mine was 777.

I ran. I came alone and had nothing to lose. Someone shouted to inform the others before a man armed with a knife came chasing for me. My number had counted down: it was now 700. Apparently they had been running the place for a week now. I taunted them for their incompetence regarding their inability to thoroughly loot the place over the past seven days. “How pathetic” I said.

He had caught me. We were now struggling face to face when a bystander had identified the man as someone who had inappropriately touched him. “Then help me tackle his knife away!” I shouted, hoping to inspire some kind of assistance.