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.
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