Halloween is drawing nearer! I plan on volunteering to pass out candy at an amusement park designed to be inclusive towards children with special needs. My friends have told me their plans to go visit a corn maze or pumpkin patches this weekend. I can’t imagine getting lost in a patch like this one!
As many of you know, I’m a college student, and I’m always on the lookout for scholarship applications. I enjoy exploring different topics and writing essays. I recently found one that piqued my interest in light of the season, and submitted an entry on Unigo. I actually haven’t watched “The Walking Dead” yet. My friends tell me the first season is good, and then it seems to go downhill from there after the original main cast all dies?
Zombie Apocalypse Scholarship Prompt
Did binge-re-watching “The Walking Dead” get you thinking about what you’d do if the streets were filled with flesh-eating zombies? Maybe you’ve envisioned your own post-apocalyptic world overrun with the living dead, forcing you to come up with a zombie survival plan — and quick!
Hone your survival tactics and imagine what your school or college campus might be like in a zombie apocalypse. Our Zombie Apocalypse Scholarship committee wants to know your plan to avoid the zombies, where you’d hide, and the top-five things you’d bring to stay alive.
We’re giving one successful survivor $2,000 towards his or her college education. Do you think you have what it takes to make the cut?
“Imagine that your high school or college has been overrun with zombies. Your math professor, the cafeteria ladies, and even your best friend have all joined the walking dead. Flesh out a plan to avoid the zombies, including where you’d hide and the top-five things you’d bring to stay alive.” (250 words or less)
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. The sheer number of zombies forced me to camouflage my appearance in order to blend in with crowd successfully. Tears streamed down my cheeks. The effects of sleep deprivation gradually affected my mental faculties. I needed to tap into my inherent savagery in order to survive. After all, intelligent zombies are a dangerous breed. Their social hierarchy enables them to execute coordinated attacks. I utilized wisdom from Sun Tzu’s Art of War to gather reconnaissance.
“To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy.” Stowed away in the theater dressing room, I splattered red paint over my face. I rummaged the costume room and donned pieces that limit transmission vectors for potential infection. Like a vulture, I dug into carcasses and spread their guts over my body covering any traces of human scent on me. I applied some face glue and attached three plastic eyeballs to my cheeks. I covered my teeth in cigarette ash. I coated my hair with white face powder.
“Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.” I ran to the police department. The unbearable stench of rotten, decayed flesh filled the air as my zombie colleagues roamed the halls. I discovered weapons the campus police confiscated earlier before the zombie apocalypse. I armed myself with several semi-automatic guns, but then I noticed a Tesla Coil stored on the shelf! I flipped the switch. Spectacular bursts of electric current electrocuted several zombies as I escaped to freedom!
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