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| - Saturday morning, April 15th. Hurricane warnings have swept the entire city, and the high winds are beginning to file in, and the four sorority sisters of the Omega sector have gathered together in the den of their precious home. Their leader of the sorority, Jamie, is gone somewhere unknown, and they are wondering desperately where she could be. "She's the sorority leader, Abigail," Cassie says. "Nobody cares about Jamie, Cassie," Christina, the final sorority sister mutters, blowing out her candle and standing up from the group. "Where are you going?" Sarah asks.
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| - Saturday morning, April 15th. Hurricane warnings have swept the entire city, and the high winds are beginning to file in, and the four sorority sisters of the Omega sector have gathered together in the den of their precious home. Their leader of the sorority, Jamie, is gone somewhere unknown, and they are wondering desperately where she could be. "Sarah, she's been gone for a while now," Cassie, one of the sorority girls says. She pushes back her long blonde hair behind her pink jacket, and focuses her attention back onto her candle. The lights are out from the high wind pressure, and it is beginning to rain. "We can look for her. She's probably with her boyfriend in the frat house down the road," Sarah replies. She blinks twice and then looks over to the front door of the complex. She, being a portly tomboy, sits out with a comic book and a bag of chips in her lap. "It's getting bad, though," Abigail, the third sister, says to her sorority brethren. She brushes her black hair in front of her eye to simulate her inner thoughts of being Gothic or emo. She stands up and pulls back the blinds to the window to see nothing but mist arising from the streets. Her black shirt sags downward as she turns back to her sorority sisters. "She's the sorority leader, Abigail," Cassie says. "Nobody cares about Jamie, Cassie," Christina, the final sorority sister mutters, blowing out her candle and standing up from the group. "Where are you going?" Sarah asks. "To bed. Wake me up when the boogieman gets you, okay?" Christina says, walking off into a hallway to find her bedroom. "Forget her. I say we look for her. She could be stuck in her car or something, right?" Cassie asks. "If we look for her, we have to go now," Abigail says, looking back to Cassie. The two squint at Sarah as if to force her to agree. Christina emerges from her room with an umbrella. "Fine, since you really want to find the hag, we'll go together!" Christina scorns, throwing the umbrella down at Cassie. She gracefully picks it up and walks over to the front door of the row, and lifts the hatch to walk outside. Outside, rain beats down on the cars and umbrella. The wind blows rapidly, and Cassie calls for her sorority leader, "Jamie!" "Cassie!" A distressed voice calls back. Surprised, she beckons her sisters to follow her outside. Then there, they march out into the parking lot and squint their eyes in the direction of Jamie's distress call. They march onward to find a woman waving her hand by an old sorority row home that was abandoned because of a fire. The girls make their way over to the old and singed sorority row. They walk up to meet a skinny woman with short brown hair, and walk inside. There isn't anyone else but her in there, and so the girls happily sit down on a couch. "Where is everyone?" Cassie asks. "The boys left me here. I hate this storm; it's locked me in over here. This place is freaky, too--there's creaking and stuff going on and it was really freaky. Good thing my girls came to get me, though!" Jamie exclaims. A door behind them, leading down into a basement, flies open suddenly, and a gust of wind flows by their feet.
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