by Oscar Wellington

Created on: June 09, 2009

Bloodbath

I don't want to go in. I hear them. Clawing and scraping. Ripping and grinding. Its best if I wait outside until it quiets down. One more goes in. Why am I still standing here? I can't imagine what I look like to those inside. Why can't I just go in? Perhaps now it's safe to enter. No, three more are coming, they look devious. That feeling within me reminds me why I am here. I should have never come to college. Let's go home. No, there's no choice but to go in. The worst is yet to come. Opening those doors would be like opening the gates to hell. Embrace the end I suppose. "Hello" I mutter at the sign-in desk. No response. What is wrong with me that I can't see?

Appalling. I can see why he didn't want to come in. Stop talking to yourself. Ok, let's get this over with. Grab a spear and shield. Prepare for battle. Charge! Rushing into the frey, I deliver the first blow to the freshly laid out Mac N' Cheese. I begin piling my plate full of the stuff. Over there! Fresh meat. I quickly try to out-maneuver my comrades but am cut off by another, armed to the teeth with a plate, bowl, and cup. An overextending spear attempts to stab the Jello in front of me. I parry the attack and serve myself a hearty helping. Another attempt is made in front of me to cut off my movement. Use Riposte! The counter-attack on my part fails and I am forced to accept defeat. I have fallen back to the starting point. I am now overwhelmed. Pushed and shoved. Poked and Prodded. I see a new recruit being trampled under the hooves of these thrashing beasts. It's time to leave. Alas, my only spoils of war are a plate of Mac N' cheese with Jello on top. Not much of a hoard but it will do.

Find a table. There's one. No! Those three deviants from before have claimed it in the name of unholiness. It wasn't like this in high school. Each clique had their own table, but there was always a seat somewhere. It's definitely too crowded here. Everyone seems to know each other at college. Now they're staring at me while I stand here with my food. "Hey!" cries a familiar voice. It's someone who I only know through another friend. "Hello" I say, approaching with my food. Thinking I might have a chance to sit here, I don't realize that there is a problem, which they explicate to me: "How's it going? I'd offer you to sit down, but our table is full". Feeling even more awkward, I have to come up with an excuse: "It's okay; I'll find a place to sit somewhere." That somewhere doesn't exist. Why did they ask me over when they knew the table was full? How Awkward.

All I can see are tables filled to the brim with ravenous ghouls feasting gluttonously. There are some who can seat up to 7, but have one person sprawled out as if they own the table. Well I don't want to bother them. I have no choice however. I sit down next to a friendly looking person. I don't say anything but start eating in hopes of leaving early. "Hey" the person says. "Hello" I timidly creek out. "Interested in drugs? I got some real cheap." "Oh, no thanks, I've got to hurry up and eat" so I can make it to class. "But... It's 11pm, what kind of class runs this late?" "Err. Yeah I mean I have to go home and study" "Right okay pal." The person leaves to re-fill their dirty armaments. I get up quickly and sit at another table with only one other person. In hopes that they don't bother me, I stammer: "Sorry, but there was no where else to sit." "Oh, no problem, the dining hall sometimes... it's like a battle out there isn't it?"

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