Versus Zombies

Also, he wears hand-woven maroon pants.

I'm waiting to go into my Management Information Systems class, which is taught by a fairly neurotic professor.  I substituted as the facilitator in one of his Distance classes one day, and I guess he remembered me, because on the first day of class, he stopped me and told me I looked familiar.  I told him I had facilitated one of his classes last semester.  He hit his head with his palm and said of course that was right, and asked me my name.  Now, ever since, he fawns over me in front of the whole class every day.  Whenever he says something weird, and sees the confused faces of my classmates, he'll just say "Oh, but Todd knows what I'm talking about, don't you Todd?  He was with me for fifteen weeks!  We're buddies.  Todd's probably not even phased anymore.  Todd was such a good facilitator."

Apparently the ONE DAY I literally sat and did nothing in his class, I made a good impression...because I seem to have become an integral part of his life...

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By the way, Humans Vs. Zombies is happening again.  This is my third game.  Superfast Rundown:  HvZ is a campus-wide game of tag.  All but one of the hundreds of players begins as human, going against the one zombie.  Humans must last an entire week and survive long enough for the zombies to starve.  When a zombie touches a human, that human has been "nommed," and they become a zombie.  Zombies must nom a human at least once every 48 hours, or they starve and are out of the game.  It is the most stressful week of the year.  And so much fun.

SURVIVOR'S LOG, SEPTEMBER 23, 2014

The original infected human not only has consistently displayed deteriorating mental ability and ravenous, zombie-like desire for human flesh, but he has already infected almost 100 of my colleagues.  It is becoming increasingly difficult to make it from building to building safely.  Yesterday, I tried to warn as many people as possible of the impending infection, but many didn't listen.  Kjersti and Elizabeth have already been lost.  I had spoken to Kjersti just minutes before she was infected.  She contacted me in tears, telling me to stay away from her if I wanted to live.  I don't know how we are going to survive this apocalyptic experiment-gone-wrong, but it's going to be a long road.  Today, I bravely walk into enemy territory again, in search for a cure, before I lose more people I care about.  I woke up to a new case of ammunition on my desk that my roommate had secured for me.  Ryan has been too sick to go out and battle the lost souls, but this needed act of kindness has already saved me this morning...and I have vowed to protect my friends at all costs.  I only hope I will still have a coherent enough conscious to write again tomorrow.  But I have faith that Humans are the Survivor Race.  And we must be, or this world has found its end.