The zombies surround me, eyes staring off into space, occasionally focusing on the world around them. The circle of bodies slump one way, or another, heads loose. Are their brains even functioning right now? Obviously there is enough activity to keep them "alive" but not much else seems to be going on.
A lot of people would feel fear in this situation, but I don't. I have my weapons, my resources and my wits. And while I'm tired, I can get through to this hoard of zombies and do what needs to be done.
"Alright everyone. I know it's tech week, the play opens tonight and you're pretty tired but we still have class today."
Middle schoolers, the week of their big play, the week after Daylight Savings springing forward, are pretty much zombies. But they're great anyway and I love 'em.