VIU: Zombie Invasion Part II

[To see part 1 of this story, visit Kaitlyn's blog]

I was far too early for my Classical Rhetoric class this week, so I took the path through the woods behind the Physics building to enjoy the muffled silence of the trees. As I came to the Tamagawa garden, I heard a scream of intense panic from the English building up ahead.

Somehow I made it up the steps to the front door before I was paralyzed by the sight and smell of the mob of zombies crowding the foyer. They pushed and stepped over each other, trying to get into the student lounge, but I could see that the doors remained intact.

Once I had recovered from the initial shock, I felt a flood of rage that pounded in my ears like the noisy theatre students that share our building in afternoons. “That lounge is for encouraging communication between students!” I hollered.

Mustering up my humble supply of courage and brandishing my heavy Rhetoric textbook, I cut myself a swath through the mob of rotting and festering creatures, bashing them left and right with my weighty tome, smashing sculls and breaking bones.

Finally with all the zombies twitching on the floor around me, I rapped on the door with my blood-drenched textbook and called for the students to lift the barrier so I could lead them to safety. When they finally cleared the door I was greeted by a cadre of creative writing students brandishing found weapons such as baseball bats and tennis rackets. All of the executive members of the creative writing club were there (with the addition of myself) as well as fellow blogger Kaitlyn. She seemed to be the leader of the group so I spoke directly to her.

“We need to get outta here,” I said. “Zombies can’t climb stairs, so it shouldn’t be a problem for us to get away.”

“We should make our way to the least wheel-chair accessible building then,” she said.

“That would be the top floor of the library."

“Then to the library it is."