I swear people yelled, "Chasers!" just to see the zombie-fearing mob run like gazelle, but sometimes there was a real red ribbon at the end of the pack, and I didn't want to wait and find out. My partner in crime thought it was better to take unknown alleyways and cut through parking lots, while I think the better strategy would be to be in the front of the herd and never fall behind. But maybe that's only my bitterness at being tagged at Checkpoint 2.

If someone had told me that I would be participating in a large zombified version of tag, I would have told them that the night sounds terrible. I think running around the track once is an accomplishment. Yet, the adrenaline, fun, other players (mostly strange-rs), and strategy kept me going. Next time I'll know to bring my running shoes.