<< OUTSIDE - ALLEY BETWEEN RESIDENCE HALLS -- DAY >>

An Asian girl in a long sleeve pajama top and shorts, drags an overflowing trash bag in a cardboard box down the alley towards a row of large industrial trash bins.

Creepy red graffiti lines the brick walls of the alley.

She talks casually on a cell phone in a rapid millennial mix of Korean and English.  Her smiling pink bunny and Korean flag cell phone charms gently tap her pointer finger as she talks.

Balancing the phone between her ear and her shoulder, she lifts the heavy trash lid and flips it open to rest on the building wall.

KOREAN GIRL

“Ay! That stinks!”

Flinching her body away from the trash can, she lifts her trash by the sides of the cardboard box up and over the rim of the trash bin.

 As she lets go of the box, her cell phone slips from her ears and falls into the bin before she can grab it.

KOREAN GIRL

“Eww!”

The person on the phone continues to speak in Korean, unaware.

KOREAN GIRL

“Hold on Yu-ree.”

Wincing, the girl pushes herself up on her tiptoes and fishes for the phone. Her hand touches something wet and she jerks it back out.

She looks down at her hand and sees it is smeared with blood. 

She gasps in horror, peers into the dark trash bin, and sees something that makes her eyes widen with terror.

She lets out a flesh crawling scream and runs away from the trash bin screaming and hysterically whipping the blood off onto her clothes. The girl on the phone calls out in vain,

GIRL ON PHONE (V.O.)

“Hyun-joo?!  Hyun-joo?!”

as the phone rests on the mangled remains of Taneisha's body. In the light of the half open trash bin only part of her chest, an arm, and a leg can be seen.

<< INSIDE - KELLY AND ERIKA'S DORM ROOM -- DAY >>

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

Face down on her bed, Erika is jarred awake by the sharp honking of her alarm clock. 

She jolts upright, slams the snooze button and looks down at herself in bewilderment.  She is fully dressed in her Adele's uniform, and barefoot, but not wearing her crucifix necklace.

Kelly enters the room wearing a bathrobe.           

She takes off the bathrobe, adjusts the towel around her chest, and turns to hang her bathrobe onto a hook behind the door.

Erika looks around and passes her hands over her face and through her hair in exhaustion.  She looks at her clothes.

ERIKA

“Did I sleep like this?”

KELLY

“Yeah... maybe you really have been doing too much.”

Erika's eyes search the room as if trying to remember.     

The styling smock rests draped on the seat of The Chair.

ERIKA

“I...Taneisha was supposed to come by to do her hair...I guess she never showed up.”

KELLY

“You waited up for her all night?”

ERIKA

“Guess something came up.”

Erika shakes her head and clicks the off button on the alarm clock. She gets up, grabs her bathroom tote from her dresser and a towel, and heads out the door.

Kelly looks curiously at the floor as Erika walks out.    

Erika has left a faint trail of moist, rust colored footprints on the linoleum floor.

<< INSIDE - PROFESSOR ADAMS' CLASS -- DAY >>

Students are filing into the stadium classroom and taking their seats.  Erika walks up to the front and waits behind a girl with long blond hair who is talking to the professor as she wipes down the dry erase board.

BLONDE GIRL

“...So it's just the chapters on brain injuries?”

PROFESSOR ADAMS

“No. The midterm will cover all twenty-seven chapters on spinal, central nervous system, and brain injuries.”

The girl's face is crestfallen and she walks away shaking her head and takes a seat.

Erika steps up with a small piece of paper in her hand.

ERIKA

“Good morning Professor Adams.”

Professor Adams just nods generally in her direction.

ERIKA

“I got really sick and couldn't make it for the last quiz. I have a note from the health center, and I was wondering how to schedule a make up-”

PROFESSOR ADAMS

“Oh no, I don't let people make up quizzes.”

Erika looks at her in disbelief.

ERIKA

“Never? What if someone got into like an accident? I mean, I was completely incapacitated, I couldn't even move.”

Professor Adams just waves her elegant, yet dismissive hand towards Erika's face.

PROFESSOR ADAMS

“Well you know, people's mother's die and things, so if I let everyone make up the quizzes it would never end.” 

Erika's mouth falls open incredulous.

PROFESSOR ADAMS

“As the coming midterm is sixty percent of your grade, I suggest you pay attention during today's review.”

Erika turns and walks toward her seat looking really hurt, stunned, and confused...then angry. 

Her nose flares on one side and her lip curls into a snarl.

The deep dark bags under her eyes glisten.            

She smiles wickedly.

ERIKA

“Cunt.”

A marble-white flash shows in her eyes.