The Zombie Survival Scenario
 

It's the day after Halloween. The people from the Nuklear Power Forums decided to spend some time this year to meet each other in real life and have some fun. One person offered to use their dorm as a place to gather, and so on Halloween we all flew in and partied. After quite a while, people began falling asleep, and being the stupid people that we were we had forgotten to book rooms at a hotel. It wasn't a big problem though-everybody just decided to crash at the dorm, grabbing whatever beds or sofas or whatever comfortable surface they could.

And no, nobody was allowed to sleep on top of the girls. Get those dirty thoughts out of your mind.

The next day, when everybody woke up, someone turned on the TV. For some reason, none of the channels are working, but shrug it off-it probably would get fixed before the end of the day. However, when you all decide to get something to eat and open the door you're immediately faced with some zombies. Of course, you first think it's just a bunch of people with costumes, but quickly figure out these zombies are real when you notice rather large chunks missing from their bodies.

Immediately, you shut the door, hoping that they haven't noticed you.

After some initial panicking, you all come to one agreement: You need weapons. If the brownies from last night really were just ordinary brownies, and that the undead had begun to walk the earth, there was no way in Hell you would stay unarmed. At the very least, if this was some sick and twisted joke, then you could at least beat the shit out of the pranksters.

Grabbing whatever you could, you prepared yourself to finally venture out into the world.

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Ecurt grit his teeth, keeping himself from saying "I told you so" to everybody who hadn't believed him when he said that the zombie menace was coming. Of course he wouldn't say it-it just wasn't a good time, and the fact was that among these people there weren't many who had doubted him anyway.

He was with the group of people huddled around the exit, and he was ready to follow their lead when they left. Some of the others were already wielding their "weapons", and Ecurt personally had slung over his shoulder an X-Box controller, one of the "normal" sized ones to be precise; it wasn't much of a weapon, but it was better than nothing.

When Mauve had decided to come over for some Halloween Nuklear Power Gang Fun, she had been thinking something along the lines of "Mario Party" fun, not "Resident Evil" fun.

She stood with the rest of the group congregating around the door, nervously clutching her makeshift "weapon." This was merely a wooden stick, which was at one time the leg of a short step-stool. In her initial panic at seeing the legions of the undead right outside the door, she had tripped over it and broke it to bits. It wasn't a total loss, though, since the legs were thick at the top and tapered at the bottom, rather like a short club. Mauve had no idea whether it would be any use against a zombie, but having something she could swing at an undead skull made her feel a little more confident.

She stared blankly at the door, her fingers drumming nervously on the club.

"Okay," she said. Her voice wavered slightly. "Okay, so what's our game plan here?"

Thomas rubbed his temples slightly. If it weren't for the fact that other people saw the walking corpses, he would have thought it was an alcohol-induced vision. He should be thankful he wasn't that far gone. However, the booze he HAD consumed was letting him know that it wasn't going to leave his system without a fight.

In his right hand he held a shattered bottle. It was one of the many beer bottles that were left strewn around from the previous night's festivities, and he figured that it would do for a weapon until he found something better. Every so often he would play at the chain that hung from his neck. If the bottle idea went south, the chain would have to make up for it. He looked over at Mauve when she spoke.

"Well, my instincts say head for a place to get a gun. However, my sanity tells me that we should first find someplace we can barricade down. Of course, I'm not completely ruling out the 'someone is trying to fuck with Tom' idea. And if I find out this is some elaborate joke for Halloween, well, we will just see how much they enjoy having the business end of this bottle getting stuck up where the sun don't shine."

"Well, if someone's trying to fuck with Tom, then someone's trying to fuck with Sam too, cuz I'm pretty sure those weren't trick-or-treaters." Rubbing her alcohol-dried eyes, Sam peered around the room for something, anything, that she could use as a weapon. One look at the room told her that a broom would likely be too much to ask for, so she picked up the large green wallet lying on the floor next to her and wound the attached cloth keychain around her hand a few times. No matter how big the wallet was, swinging it around wasn't going to do a lot of damage but it was all she had until she could find a pool cue. Or a grenade. Grenades couldn't be that hard to use right? Glancing over at Ecurt, she smiled, picked up another controller, and wrapped the cord around her other hand.

Prepared as she could be considering the circumstances, Sam marched over to where Sean was lying on the floor, dead to the world. Kicking him in the ribs, she said, "Hey! Wake up! We've got a little situation here with your name all over it!"

Glancing in the general direction of the front door, Joel made sure not to turn his back on the other. Twirling one of his pens with his left hand, he stated, "Possibly one of the older buildings. They have smaller windows and thicker doors. I suppose we could also go to the chemistry department, move the radioactive elements out and hide in the storage unit. Three feet of radiation shielding should be enough to keep out even zombies. Though if I may be so bold," he motioned vaguely away from the door with the pen, "it might be a good idea to step back away from the windows and door. I don't know how good of vision your average zombie has and I'd rather not find out."

Subconsciously he took a slight step away from the wall he had been leaning on, as if he was afraid that zombies might come crashing through it, or any other seemingly solid surface, at any moment. The pen stopped twirling for a second and he checked to be sure that his book was within arms reach. It was hideously huge, part of the library's X-Folio collection that he had checked out the week before. Hopefully it would make an effective bludgeoning device if need be. And people say history is useless.

"As for weapons, I don't know. The campus police station probably has some nightclubs, mace, and tasers... maybe some thick clothing. The city police station is next to City Hall, about three blocks south of campus. Worse comes to worse, we might be able to raid one of the departments, like mechanical engineering, for tools that could pull double duty."

Joel suddenly jerked his head towards the back door again, listening for an imagined noise.

"Curiosity, but how do we know there aren't zombies in the building? I mean, it is awfully quite in here and we haven't seen anyone else."

Thomas frowned a bit and cocked his eyebrow at Joel.

"You had to say it, didn't you?"

He looked around at the others.

"If there were zombies in this building, we probably would have found them already. I mean, they would have probably gotten one of us while we were still sleeping."

Thomas took a quick peek out the window, and then ducked back inside. The zombies were still shuffling along outside, but thankfully they hadn't been noticed yet. He recognized a few faces from yesterday when he had arrived. They were walking to class, so oblivious to what would soon happen to them.

"Anyway, I say we make ourselves a home base somewhere before we start traveling distances. Having weapons would be nice, but I'd feel more comfortable knowing that we had a safe place to head back to after we got them. Plus, we're going to need a radio to try and make contact with any outside factors. We could probably find one of those in the police station."

"Alright then. So we need an exact location for a place to call home now." Frank said. He had grabbed a pillowcase, and stuffed it full of hard things. So he could quite literally pillowfight zombies to death. "I don't think the chemistry building would be the best, due to the sole fact that I don't have any idea on how we would go about removing the radiation chemicals."

((I assume there's one of those little dorm-style mini-kitchens. Improvised daggers and maces ahoy!))

Ashley was in the kitchen moments after hearing of the zombie infestation, hurredly sorting through any of the utensils there for a suitable weapon. Rummaging through the knife drawer, she took two good-sized steak knives, examined them, and decided to put them in her purse.

"Well, these'll just piss them off..." she said, sullenly looking at the knives. "Silly zombies, not needing organs to live."

She continued to ransack the kitchen, eventually finding a solid cast-iron frying pan in the pantry. Satisfied that she'd be able to whallop a zombie with the sterotypical female weapon, Ashley returned to the main room with the others.

"Well... I don't know about you, but I really don't fancy hiding somewhere and waiting for them to find us, but Thomas has a good plan."

((The number of zombies on campus won't be that high, and the buildings will be empty unless the zombies sense you entering and follow you in. However, outside of the campus, the streets will be filled with undead trick or treaters. Yay for chibi zombies?))

Ecurts stomach growled, and he suddenly realized that nobody had eaten yet. Not mentioning it to anybody else, he decided to make it a point to find food, while avoiding becoming a snack for the zombies out there.

"Hey guys, if zombies are out here...then why isn't anybody else handling them? I mean, don't they know about it yet? I know the phones are all dead for some reason, but the radios should be working, right?"