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Essay: The Flesh Eaters

I’ve been given directions to meet him at the hill behind Birge Hall, across the street from the Botany Garden on the University of Wisconsin–Madison campus. I pause by a concrete ramp that’s stained with black streaks. It leads to a steel door banked by a pile of dead leaves. The area seems deserted. In fact, it looks like the entrance to a fallout shelter.