For this city-wide game, 13 members of the crowd had been preselected as zombies. Everyone was gathered in the main intersection to find groupmates for their initial alliances - despite not knowing who will turn out to be the enemy. As the clock struck zero, the zombies were revealed and the game began. People were running in all directions. A friend was revealed to be a zombie and they seemed rather upset about it.

I was invited to her birthday party which was being held at her apartment by the river. When I finally found the building, I uneasily loitered around the doors until her other friends had arrived. I wasn’t sure how to compose myself and silently tailed them as they walked past me.

For our homework assignment, we had to write an algorithm that would help reduce traffic on highways. Unfortunately when the time came to test our results, we had not anticipated that there would be a giant monster on the road.

When I got out of the pool, I noticed that my socks were gone. After looking around, I saw that someone else was wearing my socks. I looked down to see that I was wearing their socks as well. “Well this is fine, I guess”, I said, “as long as you got nothing contagious, like some foot fungus.” Our socks were wet from walking around the pool.

Many of the jobs that I was looking at had competence in “stringr” as a prerequisite. Someone had contacted me saying that they were willing to teach me. “Thanks” I texted back, and agreed to meet outside of a coffee shop.

Due to concerns to their personal safety, we weren’t permitted to speak to the school president in person. Our only options were to make a phone call or a video call in a specialized conference room in the library. We opted for the phone call.

I was playing a Zelda game and it was one of those games where I purposefully limited myself to how much progress I make in one sitting. I walked behind a Deku Baba and ended up near a pool of water. As I walked around the water I saw that the other side of the wall had several JoJos painted on it.

My brother picked me up in his Mini Cooper after I got back from a trip abroad. We made a slight detour at a public bath where I was able to pick up my freshly done laundry. “Where are we?” I asked. “Home” is what he said as we drove away.

I felt overloaded with energy so I went down one apartment building and went up the elevator of the neighboring one. I got out of the elevator at the 13th floor. It was the floor that most of the apartments that I have lived in were on. I walked out onto the balcony that also connected the two buildings together. As I was walking to the other door, I realized that I didn’t have my keycard to swipe myself in.

My mom and I found ourselves at the bottom of a pit with no way out. We walked around before once again falling deeper into another chamber filled with rubble. While we couldn’t see any actual corpses, we had a sense that we were going to die down here. “I guess we might as well explore the area” I said, before purposefully descending through holes in the floor. The few times I met what felt like a dead end, my mom was able to point out a set of stairs that continued downwards.