Survival

Yo. So it's been a few days. I've been neglecting my feature. Partially my bad. Partially bad weathers bad. Nothing happened Saturday, as we had a thunder storm, and with HvZ being run by a university sanctioned club, nothing can happen during thunderstorms. In any case, here's Sundays situation. (would have posted last night, but i was being a lazy bum)

Day 4:

Low zombie threat level. Only 30 turned so far. An OZ starved today, along with another zombie. Zacks numbers are horrendously small. No problems encountered getting food whatsoever. No Zack sightings until mission time.

Tonight's Mission: Chaining the Beast

Mods sent out mission specs via quick time vid. (which was awesome) One tiny little problem though. Majority of the human resistance was around Lemmys computer. Lemmys computer refused to cooperate and wouldn't play the vid. We're all retarded and did not go to another computer. Mission started as soon as video was over. (the one part we did get to see)
Right from the get-go we had a substantial amount of confused as all hell humans wandering around in the general direction of the quad. When we got to the quad, we found a scientist with a glow stick, and a super zombie killing dart gun. Yay us. We were told to head towards water. Back to the duck pond we headed. Then we got the call. The Hospitalliars were in trouble at the Stu's. A rescue mission was in order.
Our rather large group was split in two, one half to continue the mission, the others to come to the Hospitallers aid. I, of course, gallivanted off towards glory and my (possibly) fallen comrades. We never made it to the Stu's. Rounding the corner of Emens and heading to Woodworth, we encountered a super zombie. Now, our intel at this point had said that super zombies could stun in safe zones (courtesy of our fallen hospitallier brethren) and that they could be stunned outside of safe zones, and that they were slow moving.
Imagine our surprise when this super zombie took off at full speed after our squad. Most of us (myself included) took off and ran like hell around Woodworth. Others of us elected to attempt to stun said-ridiculously fast super zombie. Said super zombie, shrugged off our meager nerf darts and socks, to continue growling and running after us. Shock and surprise abound.
After making it away from crazy super-fast, growling, un-stunable, brian-zombie we met a new super zombie behind Noyer. Out of the pot and into the pan.
This time we'd learned. Trust nothing and no one.
We ran like hell.
After narrowly escaping that super zombie, we noticed we had a super zombie tailing us. FML. Now, I'm not exactly sure if this was the same super zombie that we had just encountered, or if we had in fact managed to find 3 super zombies in such a short amount of time. Either way, we were being tailed by super zombie, and stalked by bane-zombie (of whom, I should note, most of our band was terrified, never mind the fact that there were 20 or so of us armed to the teeth, and one of him) In any case, we were practically herded toward Lafollete/Lafollete field, where miraculously we found the band of mission-oriented humans we had separated from earlier. The super zombie, ran from our epic group in terror. (exaggerated for awesomeness) Seeing as most of us still had no idea what was really going on, we decided to head back to the Stu bridges to see if we could find the other scientists. Upon arrival, we saw nothing.
Some members of the group at this time, proceeded to get extremely frustrated. We headed toward the library in hopes of chancing into something important, and that's when we ran into the entire horde.
Luck us, a giant time out was called do to the mass confusion. Zombie hugs were given and received during this time of loving, confusion, aggravation, and coldness. It was way cold outside. The mods and admin stood around discussing things and talking with players, while most of us wandered around cold and bored. Eventually the impromptu meeting was moved indoors much to my inner (and outer) glee. More discussion was had and eventually a verdict was reached. Old mission out, new mission in.

New mission: Escort a scientist to the South Stop. Escort same scientist back to the North Stop.

Mission was easy and no one was paranoid. All the zombies had gone in the other direction, trip to south stop easy and full of luls. Trip back was mostly easy and full of luls. NPC kept zigzagging for no apparent reason and took a roundabout way for the luls. Small zombie resistance forces were seen. Most of the horde was at the bus stop waiting for us. Chilling in the tree line, and in the safe zone itself. Somehow we managed to get the NPC in. With the mission now complete, people started to organize groups back home. Tif and I saw an opportunity to flee the scene without anyone noticing. Jose thought otherwise. In the end, we were 3 of the 5 left at the stop. With the horde. 10-15 zombies against 4 humans (Lemmy was down and out for the count at the time). Moral was dismal. The only plan was to run like hell.
Tif got bored. Tif skipped out of the safe zone singing. Tif was attacked and slaughtered by Brian-super-zombie. The grieving process wasn't allowed. With Tif down and the zoms sufficiently distracted, Jose and I hauled ass the other direction. I do not know what became of our other comrade. I assume she'll be out for our brains tonight.
After hauling ass, we proceeded to duck and run and hide until it was deemed reasonable to make our way back home. We had garnered a zombie tail, and had lost him at some point in time. We carefully made our way back to the dorm, and now have a pretty spiffy war-story of how we survived facing down inevitable doom and laughed in it's face. Any causalities will sorely be missed. For they will be the ones doing the hunting from now on, and whats worse, they know our secrets.
I fear for my humanity.

Quote of the Day:

"Zombies don't read. They ain't hooked on phonics. So give it a rest."
-Griffin (House of the Dead 2)



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