Lock-In

[Grim Wolf]

(Ryan Caloin start.  This is the ZDL lock-in)

"Glad to see most of you made it," Ryan said.  "We got soda and pizza-" he indicated the nearby table.  "And we got nerf stuff."  He gestured to the pile of nerf pistols and the handful of nerf swords."  There were a decent number of people here, maybe enough to play some variations, and God he was looking forward to it.

"For those of you who are new," he said.  "Zombie Defense League plays zombie tag.  Start out with a small number of zombies, everyone who's tagged also becomes a zombie.  If you hit a zombie, he goes down for ten seconds and can't take another step towards you if he was attacking.  Note that, if he jumps at you or is within arms reach when you hit him and tags you, it still counts, as long as he doesn't take another step after you hit him.  If you want to be a bitch about-"

"Ryan," Mr. Carcoffer said, frowning at him.

Ryan rolled his eyes.  "You can survive for a long while by hiding," Ryan said.  "Me, I prefer to go out in big last stands that don't really accomplish anything.  I'd love for you to join me."  He smiled.  "So.  Who wants to be a zombie?"