I was sitting in the middle of the living room, my face red, breathing hard, a purple bandana around my forearm, and ten rolled up socks in my Harry Potter bag. I had just power walked from Dobson to Missouri Hall in less than two minutes, and my legs were heating up in anger at my over-exertion for nearly the fifth time in two hours. I had been lucky. I had survived.
I had survived the zombie hordes.
Truman State University is not unique in the fact that its students get together each year to play a game of life and death. This game is called Humans versus Zombies, and it is the fight to survive (if you’re human) and to feast on the living (if you so happen to be turned into a zombie).
My purple bandana identified me as what I was–a human, a human running for life. The rainbow bandana around my friend’s head signified what he was as well–a zombie, a zombie wishing to feast on my brains as I went to lock my door.
“Fuck…” I muttered, turning to Franz. “You? What happened?”
He looked at me with a defeated look, the bandana tied clumsily around his hair. “Well, I dropped my phone, and it was raining, and I was ambushed.” I shook my head as I walked around him towards my candy dish.
“We won’t be seeing each other outside of MO hall for a while, by the way,” I said, sighing as I kept myself from grabbing some Starbursts.
You see, Franz had been tagged by a zombie, which meant that he was now a zombie and must tie his bandana around his head rather than his arm. He could have defended himself with Nerf darts or even rolled up socks (my weapon of choice), but an ambush was more tricky. So, now he’s a zombie.
The rules of the game are simple: survive. You can stun a zombie for fifteen minutes by throwing a sock ot Nerf dart at them, and they can tag you to turn you into a zombie. Pretty basic stuff. The game itself usually lasts around five days before every human has become a zombie or every zombie has starved to death (for they must eat one human every two days).
For the moment, I am still in the resistance. I managed to walk a mile to class and a mile back safely, though I did stun two zombies who chased after me. The girl ran faster and was gaining on me. Quickly, I stopped and faced her, pulling rainbow socks out of my bag. She edged around, ten feet from me, and I threw two socks, missing both times. Finally, as she neared ever more, I threw. And third try’s a charm, right? Her friend came running after, panting and stopping to rest behind a dumpster.
“Sorry, I’m a fat zombie.”
“No worries,” I replied, “I’m a fat, slow human. By the way, hi!”
“You introduce yourself?” He and the girl laughed.
“Yeah, why not,” I shrugged, grasping a pink sock in hand, feeling somewhat safe on the other side of the dumpster. “I saw you guys leave Dobson, and I was just like ‘oh fuck!’ There was a girl in front of me, and she just turns around and stares. And then I started running–” And that’s when I threw a sock at him to stun him.
“Gotcha!” I yelled, happily moving forward to retrieve my four socks.
He looked down at the sock wide-eyed and then down to where it hat him, “You lured me into a false sense of security!” The three of us couldn’t help but laugh. I picked up the rest of my socks as we talked, wished them a good day, then walked through the park to class, completely safe.
Once inside, the zombies couldn’t touch me, so I let off my guard and sat by a friend who was also human. He had a Nerf gun ready to go for when we exited class, and I’m happy to say that we both survived (for the time being).
Granted, I’ll probably die tomorrow while going to or from psychology, but that’s okay, honestly. If I become a zombie, I become a zombie. There’s not much stopping it. But, if I can, I will try my darnedest to not get tagged. Mainly because I want to be able to go as long as possible as a human; more for bragging rights than anything else.
So, we’ll see how tomorrow goes. I’ll try to inform about the goings on. Hopefully they’ll be exciting.
Here’s to survival.
These were photos that I used for the Humans vs Zombies website. Get excited.