okay, heres a little short story that I wrote about two years ago. I wrote this based on true events that happened durring one of the missions that was part of a week long campus game called Humans vs Zombies. it's a game thats played all over the world at colleges, military bases, high schools, city parks and even at cons. just imagine playing a huge game of nerf zombie tag, but it goes on for seven days, day and night, and the playing field is literally the whole campus and sometimes the city, with 500 people playing. anyways, on with the story!




To anyone that’s left standing………

               I’m writing this with the last ounce of humanity left in me. I’ve held off this infection off for as long as I can, but I’m starting to think of ways to crush groups of humans and feed off them. Hopefully I can last long enough to write about the epic battle that took so many great men and woman.


The transmission was short and simple, an engineer was going to try and reestablish a com link with the military to ask for support. My faithful leader, Joe Sullivan, gathered up a group of brave men from south hedges and went over to the courtyard between Cheever and Hynes hall, where a team of engineers were setting up a com link on a tower. There were three entrances to that courtyard, one on the west side, the main east entrance, and one at the northeast corner. About 45 brave men and woman answered the call. We weren’t there even five minutes when the first zombies came charging at us. We formed two lines, one behind the other (to conserve ammo and to allow time for reloading) towards the west side. We then learned that it was going to take longer than expected and that he needed an hour. That hour was one of the longest ever.


We took care of wave after wave of them, but I could tell that they were getting smarter. They took the darts we fired at them and tore them in half so we couldn’t re-use any of it. Then from behind I heard someone yelling “twenty more minutes”. I took that time and fell back to reload my clips. Then the next thing I knew men were yelling that they figured out that they could attack from behind. Everyone started to fall back to the west entrance, but me and a couple others yelled out and told them to get back into the lines and to hold them. In the mist of this I found my old college friend, Aaron, brandishing a revolver of fine quality.


The next fifteen minutes was wave after wave of zombies, getting closer and closer together. Me and a couple others kept yelling “hold the line” since i could tell that the most of the men’s nerves where shot from the endless zombie waves. Then two minutes until the mission was done, a horde came in from the west, then the northwest, and finally the east. All hell broke loose as the lines broke, but I stayed when the others ran from the line. I took down one zombie after another with my trusty rifle, but after four or five rounds my blaster jammed. That’s all it took for one of them to infect me. I made it into the building but alas, it was already too late for me. The least I could do was to help a group of survivors escort one of the engineers to a safe location. It was my final act as a human solder.


As I sit here thinking, the thoughts of feeding on humans are getting stronger in my mind, so I want to say this before I turn, and take this advice seriously. You are the resistance now! Don’t let our deaths be in vain! Fight till the last breath and take out as many as you can! Humanity must survive!

Farewell to all,