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"So you're just on a constant endorphin high?"
"I... I guess so?"
"Not gonna lie, death sounds kinda great," Jenna sighs. "Better than finals at least."
"You have all the time in the world to die, Jenna. There's no rush." You rise from the bench. As you turn to walk away, you say, "Thanks for stopping instead of y'know, screaming."
"Please, I'm in a sorority," Jenna chortles. "It's not like I haven't seen my share of dead bodies before."
You promptly turn back around. "Umm, what?"
"Sorority life gets tough, Slim," Jenna stretches her arms out against the back of the bench. "It's kill or be killed nowadays. Last spring we caught another sorority trying to steal our pledges. So we went down to their house and we fucked those Beta Alpha Delta bitches up!"
"Have you killed people, Jenna?" you ask bewildered.
"Me? Maybe. Who's to say it was my knife that finally ended her life instead of one of the other Gamma Epsilon Thetas?" Jenna raises one of her eyebrows. "See, us Gamma Epsilon Thetas, we get money, we get dick, but most of all we get respect. And if those BAD bitches can't see that, then I guess they're gonna feel that endorphin high you've been talking about, Slim."
"When did sororities get so competitive?" you ask.
"You got a problem with our practices, Slim?" Jenna demands.
"I think if I were still alive I'd find this whole thing deeply disturbing," you confess. "But now that I'm dead, I find the whole thing deeply neat."
Jenna chuckles. "You're pretty neat yourself. Where are you off to anyway?"
"I gotta go steal a yacht for the kid who resurrected me or he won't send me back to heaven," you tell her.
"Bummer. How are you gonna do it?"
"I don't know yet. I don't really want to steal one, since I don't know how to sail it and neither does my master," you say.
"Ew, don't say master when talking about a child," Jenna scolds you.
"I know! I think it's creepy too, but the little motherfunner got in my head," you concede shamefully.
"Motherfunner? You can cuss now, Slim."
You shift uncomfortably. "Bastard was a big deal for me, I need to work my way up to the big MF."
"Fair enough," Jenna admits. "How are you gonna convince someone to sail a yacht for you and the boy wonder?"
"I'm hoping the relentless positivity death has granted me will be enough to persuade someone," you smirk.
"Well, if it doesn't," Jenna licks her bottom lip and glances around. "Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying now that you have constant endorphin high, you have the luxury of conscious-free decision making," Jenna explains. "You could kill someone and not feel a bit of guilt about it. Those brain chemicals will just pick you back up and tell you what a great job you're doing. God, you'd be such a great pledge. You're a bonafide sociopath."
"Huh, I guess I am a sociopath," you mumble. "Only if I choose to kill though!"
"Pfft," Jenna scoffs. "If you want to get back to heaven, you may have to kill some people."
"I guess you could be right," you tell Jenna.
Jenna nods. "Damn right I'm right. So, what are you going to do if you can't convince the captain to give you a ride?"

What form of violence are you prepared to carry out?

A) Biting. You're kind of a zombie, maybe you can kill through bites.
B) Be prepared to kill with your bare hands.
C) Find a blunt object for bashing.
D) Find a gun.
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