You were wandering aimlessly from failed house party to failed house party on night one of halloween. Halloween is a week-long event in college. The first party was dead, the next ran out of beer. Shame, you were just starting to get used to the taste of it. You give up and start to head back to the dorm. Walking back you and your friend stop by an alright-looking house to warm up. Of course it’s almost November and you’re not wearing a jacket. The house belongs to a brand new fraternity so there’s actually a lot of people there. You don’t know what’s in the jungle juice but it’s glow-in-the-dark so you grab some before heading out. When you walk outside you see a boy wearing a tiny cowboy hat shotgun a beer. You recognize him, he lives just a few rooms down from you. You introduce yourself to him and a few more floormates and ask if you can walk back to the dorm with them. You get back and hang out with them down the hall. Your RA is hammered wearing a mullet wig and talking in a hillbilly accent. After talking, you and the boy in the tiny cowboy hat realize you both like zombie movies. You two go back to your room to watch Dawn of the Dead.