Finals week had finally come over, and Chase was totally not prepared for it. Well, then again, no one was-but that still didn't make Chase feel better over how fucked up he felt. His back hurt over how much time he had spent hunched over books, his eyes lost their amazing 20/20 vision due to reading so much crap, and finally he couldn't tell left from right and there was always the faint smell of burned neurons on him. Well, maybe that last part was imaginary, but that still didn't make the whole situation better. Especially the seating situation at the library.

Chase navigated through the dead bodies walking around him, looking for a nice, isolated table to set his base in. Unfortunately, all tables plus nooks and crannies were taken. In fact, he swore he had seen a tent set up in the second floor, with a bunch of students wearing snuggies and books on their laps. He also saw a rather impressive book fort on the back of the same floor.

After 10 more minutes of wandering like a lost soul, Chase gave up looking for an isolated place. He lowered his expectations, and started looking for a less crowded area. Finally, on the 5th floor, he found a round table at the back of a large study hall. The light overhead was burnt out, thus the only light that entered came through the tinted window, giving the area a comfortable, warm atmosphere. There was only one individual on it, who was currently bending over and looking for something in their bookbag. Chase made a beeline for the table, and threw his backpack over it just as the individual got up.

"Oh my god" said Chase before he could stop himself. The kid glared at him, and that just intensified his terrifying appearance. Now it became clear why this table had been left alone.

The kid had a mop of faded red hair, almost nearing a dark, creamy orange due to its neglect. White-yes, white- roots were beginning to show. The guy's skin was a sickly, grey-ish white; the kind of white that you could clearly see the blue veins beneath the skin. The worse part, though was the guy's eyes. Dark, dark-as-my-soul bags were under his red eyes-which, by the way, a corpse had livelier eyes.

tl;dr the guy looked like death personally came and shat all over him

"Do you want something?" Said the kid, snapping Chase out of his terror at seeing the alpha zombie.

"No," Said Chase, pulling a chair and sitting down. Mr. Death shrugged, and set down a thermos and a can of red bull on the table, on front of the fat book he had been studying.

Meanwhile, Chase started setting up base, and organizing his work. First, he was going to study for that economics final that everyone has been shitting their pants about. Then, he was going to do that final project for his organic chemistry class (50 fucking pages! 50!). After that, he wa-

Shtick!

Chase looked up from his pile of books to see that the redhead had opened the red bull can, and also had the lid-cup next to the thermos. It smelled strongly like coffee, and after craning his neck to see, he confirmed that it was, indeed, coffee. Suddenly, with eyes channeling his deep indifference, Mr. Soulless dumped a buttload of red bull onto the coffee. With his other white, ghostly hand, he raised the cup to his lips.

"I'm gonna die," he said, before downing the whole concoction in one gulp. He set the cup down on the table, and continued studying.

Meanwhile, Chase was petrified with a both appalled and horrified expression. He quickly started packing up everything, and left the table in the blink of an eye. He did not have time to testify in court if that kid decided to drop dead right on front of him.

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