Humans vs Zombies

I decided I should copy paste the logs I pointlessly spend like 30+ minutes on from Facebook onto here.

 Day 1

ACO
Day Z-1
October 17th, 2012

Authorities weren't doing, as usual, when I got up this morning. Armed with my usual arsenal of socks, chemically (illegally?) enhanced with drugs to stun the typical zombie, I rechecked my entire aresenal. The socks were snuck in various places such as my belt buckles, pockets, backpack, and the most ingenious, in my shoes. I was ready. The zombies won't stand a chance.

Dashing onto the gorges to my first class, it also struck me as odd than the government did nothing again to stop the zombie outbreak. It happened time to time again, as detailed in the Zombie Survival Guide I conveniently had on my iPad. You'd think Cornell would at least shut down the classes, but then as I reflected further, I suppose it was even crazier that I was even attending classes. Then again, I am a nerdy Asian kid. Nothing exciting happens in New Jersey.

I met no zombies as I reached my class in Malott Hall. I, however, met several other humans who were aware of the threat, given by the fact they were wearing the government-but-not-really-a-government-issued-CORGI armbands. We gave each other terse nods, but relationships were brief. Perhaps we didn't want to get too attached to each other in case one of us falls. Or, I was being an awkward Asian again.

I very stupidly took the main road (Easy Avenue), solo, to the Engineering Quad. Perhaps I thought the zombie outbreak would be contained to only a few people. Evidently not, as I see one striding out of the Hotel. Crap. I hid behind a tree until he past, and then jogged to my next class, always keeping an eye out for zombies.

After a class of nanotechnology, where I wished for the upteenth time for zombie-nanobot-destroyers to be discussed, it was time for lunch. I met with a group of friends, several of them wearing the armband, and the others skeptical of joining the resistance. We made our way to...Ho Plaza, in Oakenshields.

After successfully watching each other's backs and infiltrating the cafeteria, we ate our meals. I was surprised but I think...we met two other zombies! However, they seemed passive. Perhaps the indoors or claustrophobia makes them act more human? Science-majors, I urge you to do research on this area instead of spending silly time getting paid minimum wage by professors just so you can put it on your resume.

We left the cafeteria, but...crap. There was a swarm of zombies, about five, around Ho Plaza. However, they seemed hesitant to move inside. The claustrophobia? The closeness? I didn't know. I was with one other friend now, and we were joined up by three other humans. We could either hold it out, or leave by another exit...but screw it. A government member of CORGI urged us to stand and fight, but little did we know...she was a zombie.

300 music playing in the background, we charged and launched our poisonous socks towards the zombies. 1...2...3...4...! Yes, we almost did it! My friend and I cornered the last zombie. It was like a lone dog, trapped behind the sign. We each took a side, and launched the sock...but the zombie dodged and weaved! It came over, and just as my sock hit him, he snagged the edge of my skin!

Roaring over in pain as the virus coursed its way through my body, my last look was at Griffin sprinting as fast as he could away towards his next class.

So yeah, some of you may be wondering how I am still typing this. Zombies can't type, after all. It's just that I've found that I'm pacified indoors. It calms me down...however, I cannot do this for long. The urge eventually overcomes me after several hours, depending on my willpower.

Eventually, I must hunt.

I made my way back towards the dorm, my mind in utter turmoil. I've noticed I have increased senses, increased agility...I sensed an unsuspecting prey, taking East Avenue. I pounced, and then temporarily satisfied the urge.

But that wasn't enough! My body craved more! The virus craved more! Going back to North, instead of taking the road, I went up the hill, so I could get a good look at the ground. Then, I noticed an unsuspecting victim. I leaped.

However, she noticed. She tossed one, and then two, socks...but they both missed!

Before long I was satiated. The urge was filled. I started doing this..."homework," if you will. However, I camped outside of Appel while doing it. I notice humans take a wide berth around me to eat their food. However, I didn't bother going after them. I was full.

Then I noticed someone. Someone I think I knew. Ah...someone from this past life. I rose up, intent on stalking him, but he noticed me. And then...I tasted the stench of socks.

Horrible! Horrible! Horrible! I couldn't do anything for five minutes. I can't describe the sensation; it is like a mixture of rotten eggs and listening to Justin Beiber. One thing it did, though...was restore my urge.

Soon after the socks ended their "Baby oh!"s, I noticed a confrontation in the middle of the field: a lone human trying to fight off a zombie. Just as the human roared in triumph as he stunned the zombie, I roared like a Hunter from Left 4 Dead as I snagged him in the back.

God, even as a zombie, I'm still as nerdy as ever.

I then noticed another friend, sprinting across campus, chased my another zombie! The urge pulsed...but he made it inside. As I chased him in, they then died down.

I ate a normal human dinner without much incident. I met several humans, including a lot of my worried friends-who made sure to stun me at least twenty times as we walked to RPCC-but I was not motivated to get them at all. This virus is strange.

I had class at 19:30. Walking there, I felt like a god. Suddenly, someone I passed, whipped out a sock at me! I was completely stunned. He managed to sneak past me with his red bandana on his red sweatshirt (the only sweatshirt he owned, apparently)! Enraged, I made my way towards Olin library.

While still stunned, I met this other kid who nearly crapped his pants seeing me there. Noticing the deadening tune of Justin Beiber was dying down, I hissed "Kid, you better run, because I'm not telling you when my stun ends..." he scooted his way into Olin. Chuckling, I turned around to head back to class, when I ran smack into another human. She was carrying a laptop. A pity in this day and age. Someone aware should be better armed. It was an easy conversion.

The rest of the night is going by fine. I am satiated. However, my fingers are growing sharper, my lungs are increasing in mass, and I feel as intense urge to wear hoodies and put masking tape around my limbs.

I am not sure how long until I convert into a complete zombie, but damm, I'm way too nerdy.

 Day 2

ACO
Day Z-2
18 October 2012

As I got up this morning, I looked at my slumbering roommate. No. The urge wasn't here yet. The changes in my skin became more pronounced; they were becoming covered in a rough, slimy, substance. Odd. The only thought I had in mind was, though, food. I could settle for the ones at Appel, but eventually...eventually I must feast.

Breakfast was terse. I sat down with three human survivors, all wearing red armbands, two of them my former friends. They all stared at me, unable to tell if they should throw their socks at me. I ignored them. They all left pretty quickly.

Dashing across the field outside, weighed down by my heavy backpack, I saw one of my friends. I waved cheerfully, then chased him in a full on sprint. Panicking, he tried to throw a sock but missed, but I clumsily dodged, and then fell to the ground. Next thing I knew, I felt intense pain as the sock touched my skin. I shrieked, and he ran away.

Trudging along to class, I saw yet another dumb human walking on East Avenue. However, I was stunned, and I just glared at him as he glared at me.

I had math discussion. It was weird. I thought zombies were supposed to be dumb, but I still contained my full mental facilities. Not to mention, more than 50 people were infected. How was it possible that no one is intervening, aside from CORGI, which basically does crap? I mean, I'm not that sad at this news, but it was strange. Perhaps the government is deliberately not intervening? But why? Whatever, I don't really care.

Suddenly, I saw two humans in front of me.They did not notice me, but got ready to leave the building, looking around them anxiously, and shot worried glances back as I hid in the shadows. They burst out of the doors, and I followed, pouncing, but...I couldn't attack! I hissed in disdain, as my muscles didn't respond. Due to the indoors? I dunno. However, they didn't notice, and five short seconds later, I gave them the surprise of their life.

Next couple of hours were bland. I only done homework indoors, and I saw a zombie that I had personally infected. He was looking for "power-ups." Apparently, there were special virus mutations lying around that worried scientists had dropped since the epidemic happened. Interesting.

Next was computer science. I trudged inside, meeting no humans, and then...I saw an old friend. Smiling, I sat down next to him. The lecture was quite interesting, as I had planned to major in Computer Science in my old life, but, eh, now I wasn't interested in computers, as they don't have brains. I pondered switching my major to something biological.

I stalked my friend outside, but he knew I was following him. Once outside...argh! I couldn't attack again! My limbs felt so contracted from...the indoors! After five seconds, I was ready again, but...it was too late. I encountered a blow and was out for five excruciating minutes.

After, I did my homework. I remained indoors, trying to keep my urge in check, but it was useless. I couldn't. I needed more, more blood...wait, was that human outside?

Putting down my laptop, I swung open the door. I dimly recognized the girl, who I think is in my next PE class. She opened her mouth in surprise, but with alarm, I realized she was fairly close to the indoors. I was too close to the building to pose any threat to her, and if she just ran around me, I wouldn't be able to do anything...however, to my great pleasure, she ran backwards. Grinning like a savage, I easily took my third kill of the day.

I then had another class, which really, was just a class and nothing interesting happened. Then, it was PE. I ironically have personal defense-which really, does not for or against zombies-and as I walked towards Bartels Hall from the engineering quad I spotted a lone human in the distance, grinning as a sock jumped up and down in his hand. I stared at the floor, pretending to be disinterested...3...2...1...I lunged. However, with lightning reactions, he chucked the sock, and then I felt excruciating pain for the third time that day.

After PE and several meetings, I caught an email sent by CORGI, still foolishly sent to me because they thought I was still alive. Man, they were terribly unorganized. It detailed a supply drop...I decided to pay Olin Library a visit, and to my great amusement, I encountered an enormous swarm. There were several assassins-Hunters, true Hunters, I believe, unlike myself. There was also a longe Charger, I believe the term was from Left 4 Dead. His humongous arm-or was it an umbrella?-acted like a shield, covered in scars from the various socks thrown at it.

Suddenly, somehow, we all knew the humans raced together across campus. Instinctively, we split up, and I hobbled towards the Engineering Quad. I was weighed down by my backpack, not to mention the various injuries from the socks still shivered pain through my nervous system. Within seconds of my arrival at the Engineering Quad, it was cleared of rations and food by other zombies. We then hurried towards the Biology QUad

Eventually, two large groups of humans and zombies met each other at the Biology Quad. However, the humans had some device-it looked like it wasn't portable though-that made us unable to cross a certain boundary. Hissing, it eventually became a stalemate. I personally got hit twice. When I came to, I noticed humans sprint out another exit, with zombies hot on pursuit.

I tried to chase some stragglers, but I was only with a small group, and we were isolated, so not much came out of it.

Finally, the humans were to meet at the Stadium. It was wide, excellent for zombies to pounce on! However...there was another of those devices! It generated yet another field, one that we were unable to penetrate. I gave up, and trudged back...when suddenly, another zombie handed to me a small brown vial.

"Drink it," he muttered. It was a Hunter, or really an assassin. "This apparently heals you after you get hit by a sock much more quickly..."

Without a second look, I drank it.

Now, back in the dorm, I feel like my wounds finally healing from the sock wounds, inflicted my friends and strangers alike. I knew tomorrow would be a fresh day to hunt.