January 23, 2017

It was mid-afternoon and we were in the middle of the mall. There was some kind of annual zombie roleplaying game being held here and I convinced the others to stop and check it out. An opening cutscene began to play on the screen after we pushed the start button. The narrator went on some edgy self-aggrandizing monologue as the scene went on. No one was impressed and I felt embarrassed for suggesting we play this. After a long wait, hordes of people came spilling out of the doors and at once we noticed that they didn’t have any zombie makeup on. “How are we supposed to tell who the players are?” I asked. Apparently they didn’t have the time to get everything together. I had a taser in my hand which I found to be out of batteries, meaning that I had to look for a power outlet to charge it.

My flight was in a few hours and the game was already taking longer than I expected. “You gotta stick to your heritage and stay longer!” an old classmate said to me. I told him that it was already the last Friday before classes started. I walked out onto the street.

As I was leaving someone asked me if I would cheat on someone. “No, why?” I replied. She told me that she considered cheating on her partner. I apologized and got into my parents’ car.