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Looking back over what I have written so far, you probably have the ideal that I spent most of my time at the computer with one hand on the mouse and the other in my lap. I didn't, not after the first few days anyway. I did start leeching every song I could find off the 'Net, along with books and any information I thought would be useful. I even used WikiTaxi to snag the entire WikiPedia site, a lot of information there, some good, some bad, so I would have to be careful in using it.

I searched the House for weapons or anything that could be made into a weapon. First room was our resident Mall Ninja, I thought he should have something useful. He had two Samurai swords; one broke when I tapped it on the bed footboard and the other bent, low quality junk. He did have a couple of decent knives and memory sticks for cameras, he must have taken the camera with him. And that was the best room for ready-made weapons in the house. I did score some more SSD memory devices to store stuff on and some snacks. In the kitchen closet we had heavy-duty mops, I took the handle from one of those, carefully split the end, took the handle off a butcher knife, and made a spear bound with wire wrapping from a broom and stuck together with epoxy. From the kitchen, I also took a couple of French Chef's knives, and made sheaths using belts and duct tape. In Medieval times that style was know as a Venetian dagger, should be good for the same purposes today. In the basement I found a weed whip, one made out of a strip of spring steel with a bend at the end. I tried to straightened it out with no success, but did put a sharp edge on it almost back to the handle, made for a really funky looking sword. The living dead weren't fast, but I didn't want to take a chance on them getting hold of me.

OK, I know they weren't really dead, just infected and dying. The infection causing a loss of higher functions and leaving them with an appetite for the flesh of the uninfected. They seemed to smell the difference and see a difference in movement. The movement could be faked, but the smell had to be real. Fortunately one of the diseases that I had recovered from gave me the right smell, or at least keep me from smelling like food. As soon as a person was infected enough through bites or bodily fluids or other means they lost interest in them. Also, they were starving, since they only wanted to eat uninfected humans. It was a short and dreary existence that I would wish on no one.

I had found out most of this through news broadcast and webcast, plus knowledge of my own medical history, observation of their actions. Cold-hearted, but scientific detachment was useful here; it let me see what was going on before committing myself to something foolish, yeah right.

After a few days the zombies had cleared out enough that I thought I could start checking for other survivors. First place, right across the quadrangle to the sorority of an old girl friend, she broke up with me over a mild infection I gave her after a field trip. One of the infections that would help keep a person safe, so there was a chance she was alive. One problem was that she had been really mad at me and men in general, she had had a girlfriend last I heard, very militant lesbian, believed that males should be milked and discarded as soon as possible. I did say something about committing my self to something foolish?

Anyway, I picked up my weapons and secured the house, mechanical lock and electronic. Setting off across the way, at first I didn't see anything, but they saw me. Two of them came from behind a hedgerow toward me, with a hungry look in their eyes. Speared one in the chest, slashed the throat of the other with my sword, and almost had the first get me. Fortunately, I was able to grab the spear sticking out of his chest and hold him off till he bled out enough to drop, took a bit of fancy footwork to avoid the second at the same time while she bled out. OK, lesson learned, shamble like they do. No others seemed to have seen what happened so shamble out of the square toward the sorority, sword tucked in my belt and dragging the spear. I had notices some zombies dragging various things so that seemed safe.

Made it to the sorority house with no further adventures. Door smashed in as expected destruction everywhere. Searched the first floor and found traces that someone had been going through the rooms, searching the rooms, that was encouraging. No body around to stink the place up, another encouraging sign, maybe someone was still hiding out here. Second floor was a repeat of the first, marked a few items for salvage later. Started for the attic rooms and developed a sudden severe headache and blacked out.

As things faded back in, I realized that I was naked and duct-taped to a chair. Not the first time that I have woken up with a headache, naked, and duct-taped to a chair, but usually I had more fun getting there. And, there was my ex, her girlfriend, and a couple of other girls; all giving me rather disturbing looks. Girlfriend explained to me that they had watched me approaching the building and decided to waylay me so they could take over my house, they were taking my keys and everything else I had been carrying, but since I had been nice enough to give them immunity to the zombies they were going to leave me alive. They had all caught the infection from my ex, very friendly girl. There had been a discussion about nails and certain parts of my anatomy, but they hadn't found any nails, so duct-tape had to do the job. They were also going to be nice enough to set me by the window, so I could see them take over my house.

After a round of good-bye's, that included a bucket of stale urine dumped on my head, they left. They had been afraid to make any noise that might attract the zombies, so no toilet flushing, I was lucky there was only one bucket. They did shut the door and lock-it on the way out, must have been force of habit.

So there I was with a grandstand seat to the next act in their circus. They rushed toward my house, knowing they would be attracting zombies, but not caring. They knew they could get safely inside, after all they had the key. Somehow I had forgotten to tell them about the electronic locks and security codes. It was a heart-warming sight, them rushing toward the house, zombies starting to be attracted by the noise and movement. One of them dropped her stuff, everyone stopped to help her pick it up, zombies getting closer, they get up the steps of the house, zombies start showing up in the yard, key goes in the lock, key turns, nothing happens. Repeat key step, zombies on the stairs, two of them are throwing stuff at the zombies, door still shut, zombies up the stairs, girls surrounded, girls dead.

Now, every zombie on campus is probably right there on the landing at my house. Good time to make some noise breaking the chair. Correction I made a lot of noise breaking that chair, lucky it was muffled inside the room. There is no painless way to remove duct-tape from a hairy body; I looked like a nut had attacked me with an electric shaver. Quietly I listened for noise in the house, nothing. Checked the room for anything useful, ended up using a stapler to hold a pillowcase around my waist. I found nothing useful as a weapon or clothes. Mental note, nest time wear a hard hat. Listen at the door, unlock it and sneak out. First thing search for clothes weapons anything useful.

There was one big girl living there, pink jeans, pink leather belt, lavender panties, pink Hello Kitty shirt, jacket, and tennis shoes is not my ideal of style, but they fit. They didn't really make me feel like a new man, but I did resist the Hello Kitty perfume. Grabbed the Hello Kitty backpack too, accessories do make the look. Still no weapons, kitchen stripped of knives, anything useful as a spear was taken or broken. Another search through the rooms, jackpot, a pair so scissors, big ones, take the screw out and now I have two knives. Big problem now is I keep singing "I feel Pretty", need to keep quiet, get back to my house, then crack up.

Quick check and the zombies are still mobbed around my house. I don't want to stay here; it has already been stripped of supplies, so I try the next house over. Cautiously I enter destruction here too, but a quick check shows no looting. I make a quick barricade at the front entrance, doors are broken so the best I can do is pile furniture against the opening, and windows are all head-high so they should be safe. Other doors are still working so I pile more furniture against them; I can always go out a window if necessary.

I search the first floor, food in the kitchen, cracker and peanut butter taste good, washed down by some Pepsi. Pick up a couple of heavy knives and throw a few things in the pack. Check the rest of the first floor, noting what can be salvaged and where it is, mind is getting back to normal. Up the stairs to the second floor, repeat search and note taking. I heard a noise from the third floor, go back and pick up a bicycle helmet I saw on the first floor, pink and it says "Girl Power", at least I am still color coordinated. And, my head is protected.

Sneak up the stairs to the third floor, sign says "FRESH WOMEN ONLY". I hear some noise again, sounds like a scratching, maybe a rat? Hate to think what it might be eating. Carefully check the doors, oddly they are all closed, I open them one by one, until halfway down the hall. A locked door stops me, noise from behind the door, I step to the side and knock. A weak voice form inside, can't understand what they are saying, I knock again, the voice again, I understand this time, help it says.