Stick with the warm, winter coat.

Based on the piles of blood-red leaves on the ground and the incessant, raging winds, winter is coming early this year. You grab the winter coat and head into the hallway.

For reunion weekend, the campus sure seems empty. You look both ways, hoping to see someone else and get an idea of what to do, but the only signs of life are slow, heavy footsteps somewhere down the hall. You head the other direction, passing aimlessly through halls and staircases, all the doors shut, no signs of life anywhere.

But still, the footsteps. They sound neither closer nor further away, but they still make you nervous. You reach the end of the hallway and realize, that you have nowhere else to turn. In front of you is a heavy metal door marked “Emergency Exit, Alarm WILL Sound.” Behind you, the slow, heavy pounding, echoing down the hall.

A) Confront the footsteps

BAB) Try the Emergency Exit

Go Explore Campus

Stay in and rest?! These are your old stomping grounds! You used to run these halls — eyes wide, cheeks flush, skin bathed in Keystone Light — and it’s high time you went out and explored them. You take off your boring tan traveling coat and throw on your better jacket. Your cool jacket. Then again, you can hear the wind howling outside, and it was a bit chilly walking in. Maybe you’ll need the winter coat. Then again, you’ll definitely need to look cool. Which do you grab on your way out the door?

A) Stick with the warm, winter coat.

B) Grab the thinner, sexier coat.

It’s just the clouds.

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.

Try again?
Credits

DK House Text

You have no idea who this is from. But you can’t ask NOW! They already invited you. Besides, it’s 8:30. And it’s DK house! You know DK house! For christ sake, those were the days. Carefree, halcyon, days. You’re going. As you walk out the door, you catch your reflection in the mirror. You fix up your hair, practice a smile or two, and check out what you’re wearing. It’s not much, but it’s practical. It’s cold outside, and it started to snow. Then again, this is the famous, fashionable DK House. It’s not even that far away. Besides, you brought your nice jacket, too. And you look good in it, even if it is a lot less warm. So what’ll you wear?

AABA) Stick with the warm, winter coat.

AABB) Grab the thinner, sexier coat.

Hang out here

You know this spot, and it is a bit of a walk to get here so why leave so soon. The flask is again offered to you. The warmth of the whiskey is starting to spread down your fingertips. As you look up a few snow flurries fall between the pines. You break the silence.
“So you’re married?”
“Was”
“Was?”
“Was”
“Divorced?”
“Dead”
“I’m sorry”
“Don’t be”
You offer your flask as a sign of condolence. It is greedily accepted.
“It was me”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t cancer or some tragic accident, it was murder, and it was me”
The moonlight began reflecting off of that manic smile. Your heart is racing. Can this be true? Why? How? Do you even care? What do you do?

A) Run

B) Stay and here the rest of the story

“I heard you were back ;) wanna meet up at the spot for old times sake”

Your heart races. They remember you? Of course, you remember them — you remember the spot. How could you forget? All those hours spent talking, sharing, laughing… And the following Friday they were in the arms of someone else. You haven’t spoken in years, and why would you? You saw the wedding photos on Instagram and, even worse, the honeymoon. And yet, as you type your reply, you know that you can’t say no. You still think of those fleeting moments spent together when you close your eyes at night. You also wonder what would have happened… You were the closest of friends and then, one day, they just disappeared. Until now.

You grab your trusty flask– just in case — and head for the door, heart pounding.

You take off your boring winter coat and throw on your thinner, sexier jacket. Your cool jacket. Then again, you can hear the wind howling outside, and it was a chilly walking in. That said, you’ll definitely need to look cool. Which do you grab on your way out?

A) Stick with the warm, winter coat.

B) Grab the thinner, sexier coat.

You’ve Fallen Asleep, Haven’t You?

When you wake up it’s snowing. You shoot out of bed — How could you fall asleep!? This is your ONE WEEKEND! You grab your phone in a manic hurry and, to your delighted surprise, you find two messages, both from unknown numbers. Normally, unknown numbers give you pause, but you’re pretty sure you put a cell number down when you registered and some old friends must have found you. At least it sounds like it:

A) “If you’re here this weekend I’d love to meet up at our old spot, for old times sake”

B) “HEYYYY, YO! I can’t believe you came back. Some of the old crew is meeting up at 7, you should come by!”

Stay in and Rest

You choose to stay in and rest. It’s going to be a long night, after all, even if you’re not sure what it’s going to be a long night of. You don’t do this very often anymore. Come to think of it, you don’t do much of anything anymore. You’ve had the same job since the day you left this dorm. LONGER, even, if you count the two summers interning. What’re you going to say to your old friends, anyway? There is one real purpose of these damn reunions — at ANY reunion — and it is the simple question, “what’s new?” And as you stare up at a chink in the ceiling tiles, you feel the meaning of true horror, an abject, unadulterated terror at what you’ve become. Yet what horrifies you the most is that this never bothered you before right now. That you’ve not only done nothing, but you haven’t even realized how little you’ve done…

Outside, the wind strips the last few leaves, blood red, from the trees. They snap and slap at the window, screaming for attention over the howling winds. It’s darker than it should be. You haven’t fallen asleep, have you? Or is it just the clouds, low and thick, hanging ominously over the campus?

A) You’ve Fallen Asleep, Haven’t You?

B) It’s just the clouds.