I always knew going to a school that was right by a government-funded science lab was a bad idea. We all jokingly referred to it as the Umbrella Corporation, but little did we know how true that would be. (For those who are so sheltered/aged that they don't know what Umbrella Corporation is, please enjoy this informational video)
So yeah, Umbrella Corp, science lab, etc. Point being, there has been an accident, a horrible virus has struck our school. There is no known cure and slowly but surely our campus is becoming infected.
The few among us not yet a member of the hordes of flesh-eating undead have banded together to fight off the zombie menace...with socks. Because that is what zombies fear most. Science tells us so.
Thankfully, the undead abominations we're up against appear to be strictly early Romero zombies, only capable of shuffling along limply, occasionally breaking out into Thriller, as opposed to the fast as hell 28 Days Later fuckers. Their goal is to usurp the entire campus, and satisfy their unceasing craving for flesh. We prepared for war, and put on our battle faces:
Some battle faces were slightly more enthusiastic than most...
There are dozens of us who remain uninfected...but our numbers may yet dwindle. Hopefully we will find the will survive this endless apocalypse...at least until two weeks from now, when this whole zombie plague thing should be all cleared up. Cuz c'mon, zombies are one thing, but that week is Homecoming!
This is Sugary Cynic saying "BRAAAAIIINNSS, HONORS STUDENTS HAVE LOTS OF BRAAAAAIIIINNNSS!" 'Night!
Me: Wait, so if you get picked as zombie you're screwed from the beginning?
Joey (the RA organizing the event): It's the zombie apocalypse, somebody's gotta be screwed from the beginning!