It had been a full week, now, since Warren's last class, and he was getting... Antsy. There had been too much to take in over this past semester, and the zombies were what drove it all home.

He'd been dead. He'd cracked enough to phone his mother, and she'd been leaving messages on his phone ever since, noting that he'd sounded upset, somehow. He ( Read more... )

No. No. No. No. No. No. No ( Read more... )

"Hey, dad. It's Warren again. I'm starting to wonder if you even have room on your answering machine anymore, but hey, at least if you've run out by now you won't have to listen through three or four lifetimes of me phoning you like this someday, huh? I'm sixteen still, but not for long. Seventeen tomorrow, dad! I've still got that job at the cafe ( Read more... )

No classes. No homework. The dorms were about as quiet as one could expect, today.

Warren had spent the better part of his day pondering how to spend it. He could swing by work, see if they had a special on turkey sandwiches or something. He could hang around in his room, continuing to be antisocial. He was good at that.

( Or... he could pick up the phone. )

Homecoming. If there was anything that antisocial Warren Peace did not want to be a part of, it was the big social gathering known as homecoming. Just another excuse for a bunch of social kids to dress up and socialize. Socially ( Read more... )