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Olympia, Washington;
Evergreen State College
Red Square
Friday, 11PM PST

"Zombie Fight"...

	A young woman peeked around the south corner of the CAB(College Activities Building), nerf gun at the ready. She was sweating, nervous.
	This time was a particularly tense playthrough- she wasn't sure if any were left. She just had to make it to midnight, than it was game over. "Sole Survivor". The one's playing "zombies" really stepped up their game, this week!
	She'd lost track of her teammates- they got ambushed, and scattered. The Square was completely empty, lit up by the full moon.
Man, they just had to schedule for the Horror Story Ace of Spades? It was wide open, no cover, but plenty of space to make an escape if something went wrong. Just as she was working up the nerve to make a break for Purce Hall, something cold and clammy touched her shoulder! It even felt slimy! She jumped, turning and backing up, taking aim and firing a dart, right at their forehead! 
	It stopped, like it'd hit something soft, and plopped to the ground, some kind of wet stuff on it, steaming off quickly. And it didn't stop the target.
	She was backing up, "Hey, hey! I got you, you're out! That's cheating! You-" The words got caught in her throat when she realized she didn't know who this was- this wasn't a student. She gasped, and turned to run from it's outstretched claw, as it's eyes began to glow red, letting out a raspy, loud moan!
	She got to about the middle of the Square when she froze, looking around- pairs of red motes were appearing in every shadow, between every building- She was completely surrounded! "G-guys, whoever you are- th-this isn't funny!" She fired some more darts, but they were similarly ignored as the moaning grew louder, and they were closing in!
	She threw her pathetic facsimile of a weapon at one, and it similarly stopped like it'd hit something soft and sticky, before clattering, steaming to the ground, and getting lost in the horde as they closed in. Without thinking she ran for the Clock Tower, unsure what else to do; she was acting on instinct, now, trying to find cover, high ground, something to put a barrier between herself and these... Things.
	She gave a squeal as more rounded a corner, cutting her off! She tried to shove them back, but there were too many, and they'd closed in tight, backing her against the base of the clock tower! Still, she tried to fight, panicking, screaming as their eyes glowed brighter, and they seemed to surge with energy, like electricity!
	"Ungh- Stop! No! No! No! AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH-"



Ghostbusters:
Ecto-Charge


The Next Day...

	Red Square was taped off, with campus security and local law enforcement trying to be as discreet as possible. Students and faculty moved about the campus, trying to go about their days as usual. 
	One example of this being Professor Abraham, beginning his lessons for the day with a half empty classroom. A record turn out! He'd thought to himself at the start of the quarter.
	The projector had been cutting through a series of images; idols, cave paintings, and sketches of various supernatural beings, but predominately focusing on those best described as "Ghosts".
	"-so, as you can see through this course summary, not only do the mythologies of the world consistently serve the purpose of teaching lessons on the workings of the world around them, but these lessons looked behind, as well as all around." He was pacing, pushing the button in order progress through the images. "Be it ancestral spirits, guiding their people to stability, and survival, or lost loved ones, warning of the dangers of folly. Even in Haitian Voodoo, the zombie was not merely a threat meant to frighten people into doing the will of a sorcerer, but a manifestation of the horrors of slavery; a warning of the fate that awaits those who are not cautious, who do not see the dangers around them.
	"Slipping back to North America, we see a trend in 'modern mythologies'; those who've crossed the barrier often trying to warn others away from threats they, themselves, failed to see, or tormenting the one's who wronged them- That one, especially, is relevant, the theme of guilt, of punishment, of retribution, especially if it is righteous! That is why some characterize a peculiar interest in ghosts as a preoccupation with the past, often depicted with a sense of guilt, or regret-"
	He held up a hand as though to prevent someone from seeing what he said, and mock-whispered, "Don't tell the History Majors!" A pause for a chuckle from the students, and he moved on.
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