I knew we shouldn’t have come here but no one listened to me. The blood coating my and splattered on my new pair of white sneakers that I worry will never come out confirm my fear. There is a noise in the distance warning that someone or something is coming and we need to move. Panicking we gather our belongs, making our way back under the hole in the fence making the blood mix with dirt. I don’t think I breathed until we were back at the car, all of us panting while Ryan fumbled with his keys. The silence on the way back to campus was a silent agreement that we were to never speak of this night again.