On a mid-Autumn Friday night, Britney (a freshman student with a full scholarship for gymnastics) and the other seven members of the current pledging class of the Beta-Alpha-Beta sorority at St. Mark College in upstate New York journeyed to a private campground for their final weekend of pledging.
Joined at this campground by the current pledging classes of the Beta Alpha-Beta sorority from seven other New York colleges, the sizable group began a weekend retreat at a rustic location that sat in a valley. There was no chance of cell phones finding reception or signals. The road that led in was merely an unrecognizable pathway between trees. In every sense of the word, they were remote – cut off from the world by design.
To cultivate and encourage scholastics and ethics while promoting self-worth in every sister – the Beta-Alpha-Beta mission statement.
But their methods of achieving this mission, especially the self-worth part, were a bit unorthodox. They would break a girl down, robbing her of all self-esteem. Then they would rebuild her back up … the Beta-Alpha-Beta way. No, this didn’t turn the girls into drones. Instead, it taught them to rethink what their own self-worth was about.
Insecurity often hampered a girl’s self-esteem. Competitions could prove damaging. Ridicule during upbringing often kept a girl’s shoulders slumped and her chin lowered.
So, instead of helping their pledges with morale-boosting counseling, to overcome their issues, the sorority chose to remove those issues altogether – implanting the seed that every girl was unique and powerful … a most emboldening thought and sentiment.
Step one was to start the pledges back at the beginning. Before they could be sorority sisters, they were known as baby sisters – being dressed and treated accordingly. For their final weekend of pledging, they wore nothing but diapers and t-shirts, ate with their fingers and kept bonding as they had done the entire pledge period.
But when an old well revealed a deadly virus that had been dormant for a long time, their weekend of pledging quickly became a weekend of survival. One by one, the baby sisters were turned into zombies. And as more and more baby sisters were bitten and killed, they would all rise again from the dead to become … the waddling dead.
Power struggles among the living commenced as Britney and her baby sisters tried to stay alive until they were rescued Monday morning.
What would ensue would be exactly what was expected of the weekend, just in a manner completely unexpected. Self-worth, ethics, uniqueness, value and purpose – those were the cornerstone thoughts that kept the living alive.
In the end, it was Britney who sacrificed herself to battle, outwit and defeat the patient zero zombie, a baby sister named Ursula. Once Ursula was killed, the virus was killed as well. And every baby sister who had been bitten and infected was cured. Britney herself escaped the doom of her own sacrifice, in the nick of time. The bite she sustained never fully affected her before the virus lifted.
That Monday morning, when their rides arrived to collect them, the carnage that blanketed the campground was a bit difficult to swallow. The police, paramedics and other emergency personnel were called to the gruesome scene. Injuries sustained while being infected with the virus began to heal themselves, such as twisted ankles and broken bones. But some baby sister had permanent injuries, like missing fingers, eyes that had been blinded and the like. The most gruesome of all was the decapitation of one baby sister’s head. Those injuries, obviously, would never heal or grow back.
Chloe, the pledge mistress of Britney and the seven other baby sisters from St. Mark College, sustained the loss of both eyes as well as some head trauma that made her condition extremely life-threatening.
A caravan of ambulances covered the length of a quarter mile as the baby sisters were taken to a nearby hospital.
Everyone believed the nightmare was over, that the waddling dead virus would never again surface into this world from that old well. But they would quickly learn that their time at Harris Regional Hospital would be anything but a time of respite and recovery.
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