Jennifer sighed tiredly, leaning her head on her hand. She watched absentmindedly as the Creative Writing professor drawled on and on about writing tips and tricks, things everyone in the class already learned about in highschool. Nevertheless, when something interesting or important is said, Jen jots down a couple notes. Technically she doesn't have to be here, she just has to do well in her tests and exams, but the brunette prefers to have a repetitive schedule. It's...comforting to her, in it's own way. Well, perhaps safer is the best term to use.

In any case, as Jennifer half-assed paying attention to her class, her eyes wandered over to a classmate of hers. A girl, raven hair and blue eyes, looked as pale as the paper she scribbled on. Her eyes seemed to be sunken, and her cheeks were dusted with a faded rose color. Since the class was silent for the most part, Jen could hear the shaggy, tired breathing that echoed in the classroom. A couple of her other classmates started to notice as well, and she furrowed her eyebrows in worry. Is she okay?

Soon even the teacher noticed. He adjusted his oval glasses and coughed.
"Micah, are you alright?" He asked, stopping his lesson momentarily.
Micah was starting to shake lightly, so she shook her head.
"S-Sir, may I g-go to the health's office?" She asked meekly, but was already standing up.
Taking just a couple steps, Micah stumbled on her feet, also tripping as she left the classroom.
The professor saw the worried looks of his students. "Does anyone who knows her well want to accompany her?"
Alas, no one in the classroom ever really talked to each other, save for some acquainted folk.
Sighing in defeat, he stood up. "Copy the notes on the board, they'll be on the test. I'll be back momentarily, so no funny business."
With that, the professor walked out.

An air of relief washed over the whole class, as if an aura of discomfort had just dissipated. Jennifer looked around, seeing people pulling out their phones, and does the same. The first person she decides to text is her younger sister, Juniper.

Me: ay June
Lil Sis: Sup bih
Me: lol didnt think you'd answer. pay attention to class.
Lil Sis: says you, you texted first
Me: whatevr just checkin on you
Lil Sis: well tada
Me: psh see ya later then, get good grades
Lil Sis: no promises, see ya shortass

Jen snorts a little. Short and stupid, the usual texts from her sister. She'll make sure to video-call her after classes, maybe call their older brother Rowen too if he's online. It's only natural for her to check on them, they are her siblings afterall. She decide to text Zena and Andrew, just to see if they're online as well.

Shortstack has just logged on.

Me: Oi any of you losers on?

AndyCandy has just logged on.

AndyCandy: Sup folks-
Andy Candy: Wait- did you guys change my name AGAIN?!

Gingersnap has just logged on.

Gingersnap: FINALLY YOU NOTICED!
Gingersnap: also hi
Me: omg looks like i'm not the only one being a bad student

And so, the three chatted for a while before deciding to head for the girls' bathroom down the halls to meet up and ditch classes for the rest of the day. Jennifer looked up from her phone, surprised that half of the students were gone. Well, looks like she's not the only one bailing today.

Jen gets up from her seat, swinging her backpack onto her shoulder as she walks out. Another surprise, the halls were pretty desolate. She was expecting to see at least a couple other students from the other departments passing by, or even just a few staff members talking with coffee cups in their hands.

But she saw no one, not a single person.

She looked back at her classroom's window, seeing her classmates oblivious to the strange setting she stepped into. Sighing, she shoves her phone into her pocket and continues to walk. Her feet echo in the empty halls as she made her way to the bathrooms as quietly as possible. To be honest, the silence made her uneasy.
'This would be a great setting to a horror flick.' Jen laughed soundlessly to herself, rubbing her arm a little.
She finally reached the girl's bathroom and sighed in relief, opening the door. When she went inside, no one was there.

What the hell?

From her time in this department, she's always met at least one or two seniors smoking a joint or cigarette. She sniffed the air.
There wasn't even a whiff of smoke.
"...Guess this is the first time i'm earlier than the potheads." She says to herself, thinking rationally.
Jennifer places her bag down atop the sink counter, then sits down on the floor. She's not worried about getting her clothes dirtied, the janitors usually clean the bathrooms pretty damn well. Jen spots a box of cigarettes under the sink and picks it up. Opened, but there were only four left. She shrugs, putting it in her pocket. She wouldn't dare try it so she's not completely sure why she's taking it, but whatever.

After a couple of moments of silence, the brunette opens up her phone to text her friends, when the door creaks open.
"Jeeeeen?" A quiet voice calls her name and she smiles, standing up.
"Took you guys long enough, thought I was gonna rot in here waiting for ya'll." Jennifer teased, hands on her waist as she watches Andrew and Zena close the bathroom door behind them.
"Sorry, something happened on the way here." Zena explains, rubbing her hand on her cheek.
That's when Jennifer noticed the big clawed gashes on her face.
Her eyes widened. "Wh-what happened?"

"Girl with dark hair came 'round the corner, we ran into her and she tried to claw Zena's face in." Andrew explained. "Got any bandages?"
The brunette nods, rummaging through her pack as their ginger friend sits on top of the sink counter.
"Andrew knocked the crazy bitch out, but god she was growling so we both ran for it before a professor could see." Zena laughs, wincing slightly from the pain coming from her cheek.
Jen whistles. "Damn Andy, I would never expect a gentleman like you to hit a girl."
She laughs dryly, pulling out a big band-aid. The male flushed. "Well, it's not like I was just gonna sit there and watch my best friend get clawed to pieces!"

"Okay, okay, just kidding mate." Jen replies, rolling her eyes playfully as she places the bandaid on the ginger's face.
"You're gonna have to clean it when you get back to your dorm, I don't have an alcohol." Zena nods.
"In any case, did she have blue eyes?" The brunette asked moving away from her friend to look at Andrew.
He shrugged. "Couldn't tell, her eyes were so fucking blood-shot red."
Jennifer thinks for a moment. "Was the Creative Writing professor with her?"
"He was, but seemed like she went bat-shit crazy on him too because he was passed out on the floor." The ginger adds into the conversation.
"Oh shit, seriously?! She seemed so weak when she left the classroom!" Jen exclaimed, remembering the way the poor girl was stumbling.
"Huh, really? How so?" Zena asked, curiosity peaked.
"Sunken eyes, pale cheeks, shaking, all that jazz." The shorter girl lists to her friends. Perhaps it was all a ploy?

It was Andrew's turn to be surprised. "Wh- really?? A couple classmates in the Photography department were like that too."
Both girls looked over to him, eyes wide.
"Me.. too. W- what the fuck?" Zena answers slowly, feeling a little freaked out.
To be honest, all three of the were freaking out internally.
"Shit, maybe there really is something going on." Jen mumbles to herself, but the two heard her. "What the hell do you mean—?"

Suddenly there was a loud BANG on the bathroom door. The three yelped, looking at the door.
"What the fuck." The male says, the feeling of freaking out more prominent.
There was silence for a moment.

BANG!

They jumped, but made less noise as they backed away from the door.
"G-guys..?" Jennifer squeaked, but Zena covers her mouth.
Andrew, being the strongest of the trio, stood in front of the shorter girls, grabbing a broken mop from the side to use as a weapon. The banging continues, it gets louder and louder until..

BOOM.