Ditch the bag- just run!

Who cares about the ****? You need to get the fuck out of here!

Shrugging out of the backpack, you squeeze through the door and Erin's attack. You're in a driveway outside the sorority kitchen. There's a campus police car just pulling into it.

You make a mad dash before you get cut off. The police are on the megaphone shouting at you, but you pay them no heed. You barrel down the hill and make for the woods that lead away from the campus and away from all this.

Goddamnit! You really screwed up this time. You can only hope you can lay low, or slip town, in order to stay out of trouble. You plot your next move as you leave the Delta Delta sorority house, and all your ****, behind.