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a. A day in the life

Welcome to yet another day at Vanderhall University. The sun is up, the trees are green, and it’s a little cold but not all that bad. Go to class, or don’t! It’s your day, to do as you want on this perfectly normal college campus that has nothing wrong with it. Clearly.

b. When the clock strikes twelve...

It’s college. Almost no one is in bed by 10, 11, or even midnight. Currently it’s 11:59, and many students (and non-students) are out and about. Some are at the library, working on late night projects or cramming for a test (or several). Some are probably a little, or more than a little, drunk, wandering around with friends or alone. A few might be in their dorms, watching Netflix or just trolling the internet.

But then the clock strikes midnight...

...and suddenly, everything changes.

That computer you were working on, or that phone midtext? Shuts off. It looks like it’s died, but looking around... no technology around is working. Worse, any people you were talking to, or who were even nearby, are now replaced by coffins according to their height. The moon hangs pale and large in the sky, and the entire world is cast in an eerie green light.

Anyone who’s left awake will have maybe a few minutes to take in their surroundings and panic as a result before something else appears. No matter where they are, they will attract creatures like nothing they will have seen before. Even though they’re completely foreign, anyone with a work sense of self-preservation will have their instincts screaming one thing at them.

Run.

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Not as interesting, that. Safer, though, and if Alec doesn’t always manage safe he doesn’t exactly feel like pushing in that direction at the moment. Maybe the alcohol has unsettled him, or maybe that’s just the situation.

“Green and weird, yeah. I don’t, it doesn’t make any sense.”

And it doesn’t feel safe either, and it’s as if that thought is the cue for some of the creatures to appear, to start approaching them. Alec cuts off from what else he had been going to say, staring at them.

"No sense at all. I sure as hell ain't drunk." It would be terribly convenient if he could think this was just a really horrible figment of an impaired imagination, but he doesn't...do anything that would explain that.

He definitely hasn't done anything that would explain those creatures, either. The bat is coming back up.

"...you gotta be kiddin' me."

Alec thinks the tone of his voice sounds like criticism, but that’s fine. It’s not as though he thinks it’s a good strategy, and it’s certainly not one if they’ve accidentally stumbled into the apocalypse.

Not to be overdramatic or anything.

Then again, Alec’s never been very fond of strategy, in addition to not being good at it. “Think you can take them?” he asks, sounding almost bored, almost like he wants to egg this boy on.

"Looks like we're gonna find out, one way or another."

Considering that they're coming...right towards them. Great.

He adjusts his grip, feet sliding into a better combat stance, letting them come to him rather than charging in headfirst. "You'd better hope I can."

“We’ll find out, but will we remember the result?” Only if he won, and right now Alec isn’t entirely convinced of this fact. He’s also not sure how much it really matters. Death is death, and this will be painful, unfortunately, but it will also be suitably dramatic. And he won’t have the chance to cowardly back out of it.

“If you fail, don’t feel any guilt on my behalf.”

"If I fail, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be too dead to give a damn on anyone's behalf."

Alec shrugs, but he’s comfortable with this topic.

“Sounds like you have it all figured out, then.”