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    Sadly, a murderous cult was guarding the exit.  Okay, think it’s only been a short time in the story, and I haven’t taught Sam anything. Though I could be a dying victim bread crumb thing… dang I’m getting rusty. No, don’t think of it like that… best chances that way are 50-50 at best. So other opinions listen to rant, brown-nose into compliance, escape. May work. I really should have checked up on the story, if Sam got character development I am screwed. So escape… windows. Fifteen foot drop to grassy slope, not bad. A weak barrier should help absorb the impact. Need something to break the glass.

    Joe wandered over to the shelves and quickly spotted Norman Buchoose’s Guide to the Unknown. The library’s copy was a small leather bound tome, with the title embossed with dark red ink. The pages were yellowed and ragged around the edges, so it must have been quite a popular read. A bit strange for a folklore book to be in a college. Though it could have been donated in that condition I guess. Joe picked up the book. For some reason he was expecting a handwritten diary, but it was more like a typewritten documentary, with personal notes scribbled in the margins. Well this could be interesting.      He chose a chair near the

Back at the café.   “Uhh… I guess that the only one is the one on campus” One of the teens murmured.  “Ya. That right the other one shut down after the fire.”   “So where’s the campus?” Joe asked walking over the group. One of the guys spoke up jerking his thumb out the window across the street, “Two streets over. Giant brick buildings, lots of ironwork fencing, can’t miss it. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it on your way into town.” “I came in on the back roads.” The teens looked at him suspiciously, “It’s the biggest thing in town.