She gets lost

Megan was confident she knew where she was going; she strode confidently out of the dorms and started on her way. She walked through the concrete tunnel that went under the main road so that students didn't have to rely on crosswalks, past the commons and the library - though she made a mental note of where they were, since she would need them when she started her classes - and, after a very long trip, made it to the other side of the campus.

Her dad had warned her never to go past the university's official campus; he never would have approved of her going to a fraternity party of all things, so it made perfect sense in her mind that he would have told her where not to go. Megan was a little less sure of where to go now that she had reached it, but surely the house would not be too far from the school itself - she picked one side of the road and started down that way as well, oblivious to the fact that she was practically alone and that the sidewalks were steadily becoming more broken, less well-maintained.

She finally realized that she might be going the wrong way when she nearly tripped on a jagged piece of concrete; taking a good look around, the young girl was not sure where she was. Did she take a left back there? A right?

This wasn't good.