the march of the zombies goes on.
by the fourth night everyone is operating in a haze.
when the sun rises and sets 4 times in the same day things start to get really messy.
the hours start to pass like in a movie.
after the flurry of activity right around the 80th hour
things have been locked in an unsupportable repetition.
the runners come in
we go through all our routines
blow the whistles and ring the bells
and the zombies march out once again.
if everyone in camp is exhausted
i cant imagine what it must be like for the runners.
we havent lost anyone in hours.
even though several of them are barely making it before the cutoffs
those are the ones i really cant understand
the whole thing has a sense of unsustainability about it.
sooner or later everyone has to sleep.
the force of will that holds them up is unimaginable..