November 4th, 2010.
The following post is copied from a journal entry of one Peter Johnson.
Again, I awoke in darkness, with annoying tones of my Bach phone alarm beeping throughout the room. Again I dressed in my survival garb and again went without breakfast. It was beginning to feel like Day 1 all over again. Except, it wasn’t. No more of those pesky OZs were around, and I could trust other humans as escorts again.
But then, there were still zombs to worry about. C’est la vie.
I waded through the early morning darkness towards my malevolent mistress: The Library. Having to open early in the morning was both handy and annoying: Good in that I had an excuse to hide from any roaming undead for a few hours, bad in that it was hard to escape from after my shift was over. But I would manage somehow.
I threw most sensible caution to the wind and proceeded out the doors of Pickler toward MO, keeping a wary eye on my surroundings but not meeting any of the horde. Oddly enough, I had gone through Day 1 without any zombie encounters, and I was itching somewhat for a little action.
After arriving safely in MO all seemed well. But, classes still remained for the day. I ducked into OP to pick up my King John ticket, and skirted the side of Normal proceeding toward Baldwin. Still no zombies. Were they all sleeping in?
After class Andrew Ward and I helped escort some freshmen to C-Hall and West, then made a double back to McClain for our respective second classes. The only problem was, mine was later at 4:30, and I was beginning to feel like a cowardly human again for just camping out in Baldwin/McClain all day.
So what else, to the SUB! After some crunchy chicken and a philosophical HvZ discussion with a zombie mission mod, I made my plans to return to McClain via the Bookstore door along the side of Franklin. It was then I saw my first zombie of the day. Or should I say zombies?
At first it was just Kevin McGarrah by the parking lot entrance walking toward the SUB.
Alright, he’s just one. I can handle that. A few more round the corner behind him. Alright, so it’s only around five. I should still be able to handle that. A few more, up to 8. Oh. And a few more, up to 15. Crumb.
Realizing the difference between stupidity and bravery I dashed back inside the SUB and quickly found a hiding space in case any of McGarrah’s pack decided to scope out the inside of the SUB. After waiting a reasonable time I sneaked out through a south door toward the nearest wing of C-Hall, strangely enough no zombies in sight. Apparently I wasn’t worth waiting for. Oh well, their loss.
I managed my way back to McClain and shot the breeze with a classmate for a few hours before our Post WWII course. The problem with this class today was that it fell smack dab on the human mission time at 5:15. But around 5:45 McKenna Peters texted both Matt Willis (another fortunate classmate) and myself to meet the humans conveniently outside of McClain.
From there I joined the Humans. Our crowd must have numbered around forty or so, and there were other groups at various other points around the Quad. Sadly, having arrived late, I was short on details of the mission. All I could learn was that we had to head to BNB and hold the courtyard for around twenty minutes.
Can’t be too hard.
We reached BNB and formed a loose perimeter around the central sidewalk and the trees, only later to be confronted by a small squad of opposing zombies and their leader between the health center and Kirk. It was Brad LaPlante. I couldn’t imagine a more dangerous strategist to be leading the Horde and felt that we were in for a fight.
More scattered groups of zombies tested our lines from the south and from behind near BNB, but to no avail. Finally, Brad’s main force built up enough members and they decided to charge our lines. And they were mowed down in a hail of darts and socks.
Feeling glorious and smug at having knocked back a sizable zombie assault the humans cheered for joy at having secured BNB for the required time, and we made our way to MO. And then there was trouble.
Fully assembled and marching toward us between the Memorial and Kirk building were a sizable crowd of zombies, newly respawned and presumably led by LaPlante. In addition, our forces were wedged against the bushes and the row of bells in front of MO.
A few of the newbies and freshmen began to waver and step back. And back. And further back. And then Brad unleashed the Horde, rushing toward us with screams of BRRRRAAAINNNSSSSS!!!
A vast wing of the newbie humans ran and bolted for the OP and MO doors, and even the veterans followed suit. Soon all of us were near the doors with zombies close on our heels. I turned and cocked my FuryFire, ready to stand and give the fear stricken Resistance members a little more time to reach the door. I fired and fired and fired and fired and-
OUT OF AMMO
I reached in my pocket for a sock, but too late and…
A strange, hungry but calming sensation filled me to the core. I suddenly felt no more fear or dread of my fellow zombies, and I knew I wanted to savor the sweet taste of brains. I had died a glorious death in combat, and had now arisen again to join the ranks of the Horde. I accompanied Brad in a parting bow to the still shaken humans visible in the front part of MO hall, and then departed to join my new zombie brethren in some much need SUB food.
Among the newly risen zombies (a large total of around 40 or so) were Will Atkins and Andrew Ward, and I was grateful I wasn’t the only one who had died defending the doors. After, I made my way back to Fair, expecting that my zombie-ing activities were done for the day. But I was wrong.
Brad informed me later of a night mission, the zombies were supposed to tag an important scientist the humans were guarding at BNB. After following and darting around buildings as the human mob and their protectie made their way by MacGrueder, Violette, and the Library and back towards MO, some of the zombies, myself included, laid in wait near the entrance of Kirk to strike.
Brad yelled charge as the humans were half way in the door, and the scramble of humans to get inside to safety created a jam. Luckily, though most were stunned, the zombies managed to get three kills. Not bad, considering we had been very outnumbered. The work of the night done, I headed home, only later finding out that the zombies had completed their mission of the day and hid in bunkers while the government bombed the city with napalm. Silly fire, zombies prefer spicy brains. In addition, we had somehow apparently tagged the target scientist and won the night mission. Couldn’t have gone better.
All in all, it was a good day. I survived to Day 2, and fell honorably. Now I could fully embrace my zombie potential the next day against unsuspecting humans. LONG LIVE THE OVERMIND! BRAINS!!!