He staggers, feet tripping up, clothes disheveled, eyes glossy, a low growl coming from his throat. Behind him, three young ladies, a cautious laughter to their lips as they keep a safe but curious distance from this strange creature. He clutches an off-white bag in his left hand.
"Is that his house?" one of the girls says to the other two, more giggles. He stumbles towards steps of a house as if it is his house before darting left, quickly, but without aim and continues down Fowler just right of the sidewalk towards Northwestern.
The zombies have come to campus.