The reality of the situation was this: she was lazy. Okay, give her a break, she couldn't help that she had her off days and her off days included being caught in a crazy mental asylum with a guy with creepy as hell warnings. And she hadn't even gotten there. If anyone asked her why she was lazy, she wouldn't tell them it was because it was creepy. But once upon a time, she had a horrible thing happen in a Walmart and her new outfit gave her terrible PTSD.

The thing was, Ramona wouldn't be surprised if such a thing could actually happen in her life. She just wished it happened to Sneaky Dee's before they went there for the billionth time just so Scott and his friends could scribble on the bathroom walls. Again. Would that dive have been such a terrible sacrifice for the greater good and an interesting anecdote?

Then again, she could say the same about this place.

Ramona sighed as she rolled herself out of bed. Mr. Booming Voice Over the Intercom had one thing right about the turkey, but she dragged herself toward her things to check them out. She could do the small talk chat with her roommate, and even considered it, but she saw a familiar set of clothing in her closet. At least this wouldn't give her potential set backs, only she realized she wouldn't get a new set every night. (That was a set back. But one she figured she'd have to deal with.)

Without hesitating, she dragged on her clothes, grabbed her flashlight and baseball bat, and headed out.

[to here]