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the face. “Memphis style, bitch!” he said as he turned to face his spectators. Blood was rolling off his knuckles.
    “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Josh said as he was tired of waiting around.
    Josh and Ethan were holding the professor while Parker, the basketball player, held the door. He had grabbed a teacher’s stool from the auditorium and held it in front of him like a battering ram with spikes. “Where are we going?” McMiller asked as she and the two men stepped in unison.
    “My place is closer. I don’t live that far if you’re all cool,” he said as he made eye contact with Ethan for any other ideas.
    “Got any beer?” McMiller said as she cracked a smile.
    “We’re not out of this yet,” Parker said as he looked forward.
    “How far is your place?”
    “Two blocks, down Southern.”
    “The Glen Apartments?”
    “Yeah, you know the place?”
    “Yeah. Who’s got a car?”
    “I do,” Ethan said. “But it’s on the other side of campus.”
    “Nope,” Josh recanted.
    “I do, but my keys are in my office,” McMiller said.
    “Looks like we’re walking,” Parker said as he wielded the lab stool.
    “Here we go,” Parker said as they reached the door to the exterior of the building. He slowly pushed the door open. What he saw amazed him. People were running in all directions. Some being chased, some were just running out of fear or adrenal “Fuck,” Parker said as he slide the door closed.
    “What is it?” Ethan asked.
    “Chaos,” Parker commented.
    “We’re going to have to run for it. You, dude. Your place, you lead the direction. Other dude and I will carry her,” Parker said to Ethan and Josh as he handed Josh the barstool.
    “No way, man. You’re like seven feet tall. No way can we carry her together. Give me your bag, and you give her a piggyback.”
    “Whatever, man, just don’t lose my shit!” The group readied themselves. They didn’t know what they were getting into.
    “OK. I’m going first. Them in the middle, and Ethan, you’re in the back. You know where I live in case we get separated,” Josh said.
    Ethan reached over and took something from an abandoned janitor cart. He twisted the head off the mop stick and tapped it against the palm of his hand.
    The door was kicked open by Josh as he began to sprint across the campus. People were screaming. Car horns were blaring. People were running in every direction. Josh began to bob and weave through the crowd. Professor McMiller and Parker were right on his tail. Ethan was a few paces behind them carrying both his bag and Parker’s, along with his mop handle he used to swing at people. Gunshots began to ring out. Josh stopped dead in his tracks as he came face to face with an armed security guard carrying a shotgun. He had blood on his face and began to fire wildly into the air around him, not caring what he wasn’t aiming at. Ethan had surpassed Josh and the Parker/McMiller group as he held out the mop handle; he ran toward the security guard and broke the mop handle against his face and began to repeatedly make whap noises in the air as he swung the mop handle over his head.
    He let out a throaty moan as he began to remove the shotgun and pistol belt from the security guard. “Truck! Now!” Ethan said as he handled the keys from the guard’s belt. Josh jumped into the back of the truck as Parker rested Professor McMiller on the tailgate and hoisted her into the bed of the truck. Parker jumped in and banged his hand of the outside of the truck to signal Ethan he was ready. “Petal to the metal! Go! Go! Go!” Ethan took the hint and revved the security truck over the grass away from anything resembling asphalt. There were train tracks that separate the university to Southern Avenue. While it was good for transporting goods, building a university next to train tracks was a horrible plan. Nevertheless, it happened. The students hated it. Most of the train traffic happened at night while they were