I’m sorry for the belatedness of this post. It’s not that I’ve been too terribly busy (though I have been rather swept away by course work over the past month), but I have been lazy. For that, I apologise.
Day four of HvZ was, by all extensive purposes, the final day of actual playing. I began the Saturday morning relaxed, went to Walmart, then ended up getting trapped in R’s dorm. It seemed obvious that I would have to stay in Centennial until nightfall, so I pulled out my laptop to browse the web and do homework. While routinely checking my E-mail, I discovered that there would be mission for the humans in ten minutes and that it would be inside of Centennial.
So, in my slip-on shoes and pajama shirt, I trudged down to the main lobby in Centennial, armed with eleven socks. Gathered there were approximately thirty to forty humans, with nerf guns and hard core weaponry. It became immediately obvious that I was in a different class of survivors, and I would most likely not be returning from this mission human.
The mission started out simply–save a girl from Red Barn Park. We didn’t see a single zombie during the first part of the mission, and we managed to get inside of McGruder in safety. From there, though, we were told to hold down three separate places for five minutes each, without the subject being killed by a zombie. And we had little more than a half hour at that point. It was a mission made for us to fail.
We ran around hopelessly in McGruder, as a horde of sixty plus zombies surrounded the building and our target area of the fountain. They watched our every move from the glass walls, and we ran around trying to find alternate areas to escape and decimate the forces. Unfortunately, our numbers had been split from their original, and there were only fifteen to twenty humans. One by one, we lost more, with over ten dying in a massacre as they tried to storm out of the building. Somehow, at ten till the end of the mission (when, if we did not pass, it would mean that humans officially lost the entire game) I became one of five humans left standing. How on Earth had I gotten here? The four others around me were ready to storm out, kill as many zombies as possible before we died.
One kid ran out, suicide, to give us a chance, and we ran out.
I stunned one of my friends who had turned on the second day, and then another. My socks were power. My gun given to me by suicide-kid became something to be feared. Yet, we were losing. Two of our four were taken, and it left me and another man as the only humans left.
We walked side by side away from our small battle and towards a horde of sixty zombies at the fountain. My friend Franz was on the other side, bandanna on head, looking mischievous. He pointed at me in surprise. I pointed back. It was like something from a movie, as the two of us walked intensely toward the horde.
What was not like a movie, was the zombie (whom I thought had been stunned before) ran behind me and the man, tagging both of us at the same time and running forward, hands stretched up to the sky in triumph.
And that’s why I tyed to be the last human killed on the last mission.
Other humans remained, yes. But I had been turned one minute before the end of the mission, and when that one minute passed, it meant that all humans left were dead. They would get a more official death the next day when the zombies were allowed to simply destroy all of them. But, it was the end.
I couldn’t believe that I had gotten this far. It was… simply amazing. I’m definitely playing next semester, and I’m going to sign up to try and be the original zombie.
I cannot wait.