Day 1:
I got a message early this morning; the zombie apocalypse has started. An infestation has started spreading throughout Waterloo, transforming anyone it touches into mindless, flesh eating monsters. The world has transformed from order, into a chaotic battle to survive.
Mission details were also sent out this morning. Apparently there are some railway maps hidden around the campus; special maps that will allow us to travel through the bridges and tunnels in safety. However there are only a few to go around, and with society falling apart, they were on a first-come first-serve basis.
It was early in the morning when I left. Crows cawed above me in the darkness, searching for the dead; or now, the undead. All I had with me was my trusty Nerf gun, and sock whip. These weapons could at least incapacitate zombies for a few minutes, but we had already been warned there was no killing them. They always just got back up.
I turned around to see one charging at me. I was barely able to get my Nerf bullet off before he got me. Apparently they were already out, hunting us, in the early morning. It wasn’t safe anymore. I had to retreat to the safety of my classroom, and hope to hold up there.
With a mixture of stealth, luck, and a low zombie count, I was able to sneak through the rest of the day. But I knew that it was only going to get harder from here. I’d not only need to out-run, but out-think them if I wanted to survive.
Day 2:
The mission objective that came in was similar today; solve the mysterious riddles of one of the crazy survivors to earn one of the rail passes. The fool stayed outside and the growing numbers of zombies lurked around him, waiting to strike as we approached. Only after gathering a fortified group, weapons at the ready, did we approach and attempt his challenges. However, the swarm that charged us quickly became too great and we retreated. Our lives were more valuable than a single rail pass.
I took a different way home tonight. Took the tunnels and bridges through the building complex. Didn’t see a single soul on my way back.
Day 3:
Today was when the missions got real. Three scientists were coming to try and find a cure for us, so we could escape from this mess. Three scientists we would need to protect.
There was no way we could protect them; not with our few numbers. They shouldn’t have come. We were condemned to die, so they should have just left us alone. However, others didn’t think that way. “They came to help us, so the least we can do is help protect them.” I urged them not to go saying the odds were hopeless, but they wouldn’t listen.
In the middle of an apocalypse, we were a race divided.
A small contingent of 50 of them went, hoping to save the scientists. From what I heard, it didn’t go to well. That was the last I saw of them. Alive, anyway.
Day 4:
Bridges and tunnels. Bridges and tunnels. That’s how to get around. I could see the zombies littering the streets below as I crossed the campus, but as long as they weren’t inside with me, I was safe.
By now it was known we couldn’t hold off the swarm. We needed to flee and to do that, we needed supplies. Through stealth, luck, and planning, our once-divided crew came together to sweep the campus for any last usable item. Together, we fought off the zombies. Together, we found what we needed. Together, we came up with a plan.
Day 5:
By now, most of the people I knew were trying to eat me. I knew that this would be the last day; not only because I probably wouldn’t survive, but because of the desperate plan we had ready.
We were making a Superweapon.
Main base was set up in Hagey Hall. All across the university, Bio samples had been identified. The only thing left to do, was retrieve them. From across an entire campus full of undead, outnumbering us two to one.It was a race against death itself. The clock didn’t help either. Eight out of ten samples, the size of water bottles, needed to be returned within three hours and we were quickly running out of live humans.
I started doubting we would make it. After having out-run some zombies, and taken others down in the confined halls, I started doubting there were even any humans left. We had captured at seven sample for the longest time. I stared out over the compound, as the minutes started counting down, waiting for our doom.
And then, out of the fourth window, like a gift from the heavens, came the last sample. Brought miraculously through the depths of hell itself, landing at the feet of the weapon.
Within seconds there was a miraculous flash, and we were saved. The humans had (somehow) won out against the zombies. This time. The zombies were annihilated, but as they disappeared an ominous warning blew through the air. They’d be back next term. And next time, they planned to win.
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