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I'd never fought zombies before this weekend. It could have been worse, I think. I left the library to go with Ash, but thought I would be better off sticking to the front lines, where I fought with notsouledyet, emo_padawan, _dark_chylde, _gottahavefaith, deirdreofamber and bugofjustice (who is really insistent on me having a battlecry. This will not happen). They are all amazing fighters and I was honored to go into battle alongside them. notsouledyet really did a superb job in leading us.

I sacrificed a weapon and some ammunition in order to turn them into grenades, and I was surprised that I could even think of using a chakan oil cartridge for lighter fluid. I don't usually think that way. You shoot things until they stop moving and that's just the way things happen, but it was good to get creative.

I did stop at the Victory Party momentarily before finding John in his room with most of my roommates and several others. I ended up falling asleep there, covered in zombie goo, next to John, who was also covered in zombie goo. Not the most romantic of nights, but it was far from terrible.

Now it's a matter of cleaning up and laundry and finding another pair of leather pants because those are... not saveable- Chiana, you and I never did go into town- and finding out which blonde has my gun. The one that apparently answers to the name "Juanita".

For the record, NO ONE IS EVER TAKING MY FRELLING WEAPONS FROM ME AGAIN. EVER. No weapons locker, no firing range. I will not shoot unless the situation calls for it, and I will even hide it if it makes people uncomfortable, but the first week it was a giant squid, the second it was werewolves, and this week it was werewolves. Got it?