Let’s see... I was turned on Friday afternoon. Considering the last game, I was really surprised I made it that far. I had walked from my building to breakfast at Noyer, to my classes all around the scramble light – and nothing – not a single zombie was in my sights all day. I was seriously thinking, “Come on zombies! Free food! Snacktime!” And I didn’t see any zombies outside, though I did see one at breakfast.
I was walking back from my anthropology class with my non-player friend Casey, and I was around Teacher’s College, walking from the scramble light (if you can visualize this). I have my eyes open and I spot a guy with a green headband walking around AC/Hargreaves in the opposite direction. My friend knows about the game, and she understands if I need to run. I whisper, my eyes locked on him, “Oh shoot, oh shoot, oh please don’t see me...”
And then he stops. And I know. He turns towards McKinley.
And I take off running, while my friend is yelling, “Go, Sam, go!”
There’s very little traffic, so my zombie friend makes it across McKinley with ease. He stops me in front of the steps of Teachers College on my way to the Atrium. I am not armed with a gun, only socks, so I toss both of my socks at him and miss (I’m a bad aim.), and then I am able to pick up both of my socks again without being tagged. We kind of stand still for a moment, and then I find an opening and I take off, running up the wheelchair ramp. I jump over the ledge, and then I realize my armband fell off.
I was pretty happy to have made it 36 hours – heck, 24 hours was enough for me. It didn’t matter for me anymore. I turned back for my armband and let the zombie get me. We’re both trying to catch our breath, and we’re smiling, and he says, “Welcome to the Horde,” and I shake his hand and ask for his name – Eric Ball. Turns out, I was his third kill for the day. I felt pretty awesome after that.