Head deeper into the kitchen.

You keep going into the sorority kitchen. Erin is in hot pursuit. You pass a massive refridgerator and the sinks. There's a little window through which you glimpse a campus police car pulling into the Delta Delta sorority driveway.

Fuck!

You go through an open doorway into what seems like a cellar and pantry. ****, you look around for an exit.

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There is none. You've hit a dead end. You hear a commotion and, glancing into the kitchen, you see the campus security guard from outside, a few girls, and a bunch of burly, angry looking frat brothers, rushing toward you. Erin is there, standing in the frame of the doorway, smiling at you wickedly.

You realize you're going to jail for a long time.