Just the clouds, low and ominous, the whole world a giant coffin whose lid is closing. And you’re already in position– lying on your back, arms folded over your stomach, a cold, sad look in your eyes. You cannot get up, couldn’t if you tried, and why would you, huh? What would you even do? And as you begin to accept this fact, as the horror recedes dully into the back of your mind, a kind of deathly calm steals over you, as if you had nothing to live for in the slightest.
Truthfully, you don’t.
With hardly a gasp or struggle, you slip into the most boring, tragic death of the great many about to befall this campus. Nice life.
Homecoming of Horrors 