The muscles in my feet that allow me to walk have never been used as much as they have this week. They are in a continual state of trying to regenerate while I roam the campus without my bicycle. It is an unusual truth that I feel more comfortable riding around and my legs are presently learning new tricks.

The benefit of whipping across campus in two minutes is something I take for granted because today I left for my nine-thirty class a quarter before and I was incredibly late. As stealth as I could, I progressed towards Bearing Hall via the safety that south of State street provides. There was no trouble until the building was two hundred yards away. A lone zombie against a lone solider. A plan was quickly formulated.

While stranded on the median in between rushing State Street traffic I noticed the undead out of my peripheral. I intended to keep it that way. When the cars were clear I made my way north towards Bearing and focused on the sidewalk. I gave the zombie comfort in an easy kill, it would be able to feed and that was its only prerogative. Its stride brought it closer and closer, my nerves remained cool and intensional. The risk for infection was growing higher, but I was acting. Twenty feet, ten feet, five feet then bam! I looked up and fired a single dart right into the zombie's infected bits that used to be a functioning abdomen. The trap was flawless executed.

Rather than run the risk of attracting a horde, I let the greediness of the zombie psyche (assuming it exists somehow) leave this one on its own and as soon as it was neutralized I had a straight shot at Bearing and nothing was in my path.

Unfortunately for myself and The Resistance, my confidence would be my downfall. My Photoshop class was over in a flash and I was sent back out into the fight at half past ten. Rather than reporting straight home, I was hungry for action. The success of my earlier kill had overwhelmed my ego and so I walked by myself to the Recitation Building. Again I was not confronted by the undead. Inside I got report that there was a large horde gathered around the east exit and if I went out there I would surely be bit. "I just want to see for myself," I said. That lead to me opening the door. While in the safe zone I was joined by the ally who told me not to venture on the east side. "Want to go?" I was flirting with death without any concept of consequence. He agreed and the two of us started making our way east with no objectives in mind. We were a gallon of blood in the ocean surrounded by fifty sharks.

The Horde charged fast, but my Firefly held them off with laser accuracy. Curly and I were holding our own until the inevitable happened. Many of the Zombies I had neutralized didn't feel the feather light touch of my darts while charging. After I shot them they tagged my companion. He believed he was gone and so I was left to defend myself. The game is based on the Honor System so I had to persuade my enemy that the dart at his feet was because it came from my Firefly and that Curly and I were still alive. The trouble came when in the middle of debating, on detestable zombie came up and snatched us both. The same zombie who claimed to tag John Schuster two nights before had cheaply taken advantage of the situation and so I was dead.

My death was questionably deserving, but I handed over my feedcode as a sense of ease came over my body. Sure it was horrible to suffer as my body became infected with the virus and over the next hour my brain deteriorated into mush, but the paranoia was gone. The fear was completely lifted. I was now able to walk around campus with nothing to lose because I was not able to die. I was already dead.