Editor’s Note: Josette Adame is a writer for the South Texan. She is also participating in the Humans vs. Zombies competition at Texas A&M University – Kingsville. There are over 150 participants in the competition. As the competition progresses, Adame will give a first person account, raw and unedited in the spirit of desperation, of her journey as a human trying to avoid the Zombies. If caught, she will write as a Zombie.
Day two since the world turn inside out. It is November 1, 2011 and the second day of trying to survive. I’ve become paranoid I feel like I hear screams every night, even when I sleep. The word zombie is what I seem to yell to anyone I see. I watch my back more than looking forward. It has only been two days and I rarely see any humans out there. These zombies they travel in packs anywhere and everywhere I turn. I manage to get away, but how long can I manage to? It has become dangerous to be human. Today I was almost left behind. I didn’t go to the location to receive my missions, between 8 and 12. I was waiting for my moderator to send me a message to where I should go, I received nothing. I had to do something I message a friend a human. He informed me that I asked just in time for the mission began at 3 the moment I requested help. I ran across the yard to my first location to receive a message, a swarm of zombies were already in position. I don’t know how I manage to get by, but I did the bell tower was the first target. The next was the wreck center. I bolted hoping not to be seen for I was an easy target, a lone wolf. I ran all the way to the building. When I got there I found nothing, no one. All I saw was a huge pack of zombies chasing one girl. She was transformed into one of them in front of my very own eyes. I was trapped at the wreck center not knowing what to do or who to look for. I grew into panics that eventually turn into hysteria. I realized I was alone and nowhere to escape. If those zombies ever saw me I’d be done for. I began to cry for it felt real, it felt so real. I just wanted to give up and give in, but my angel soon saved me. I got a message from an ally where to go next I found the next moderators. I ran across trying to be stopped by no one I wanted to do this. I wanted to make it even if it’s out of luck. I got the last slip for a moment I felt safe, until I found out where my final location was. Turner courts, I had to go through the inner parts of the campus which knew the dead would be swarming like flies. I couldn’t give up yet, not when I was so close. I ran through the building, it was smart thinking for I met up with a group of humans. One of the humans was the ally I was speaking to before; he accompanied me to my final location, because two heads are better than one. He would protect me if anything went wrong. I ended up making it through the mission either out of dumb luck, or because I was strong enough to survive. Later on in the evening, I need to be at a location across from my safe zone. I was ready this time around, but so were the dead. There was a zombie once a human and my friend who spotted me. He didn’t see me he saw a target. I got away the two times from him. I’m fast I can say. The guy I was teamed up with during this exercise realized these zombies are ruthless, the more you get away from them the more they make it their goal to a take you out. We discussed the plan of how long we believe we will still be alive. I want to make it no matter what, but I fear my luck will soon run out. These zombies multiply fast, their fast. In the night they hunt they hide, they chase. I stay in my safe room, for I am not ready to be like them. I still hear screams, I don’t know if it’s really there or it’s my mind playing with me. They may have not gotten me yet, but the dead is slowly taking over my mind.