Paual points out a large albatross, moments before it dive bombs me.
You're never safe from zombies. Never.
Which is probably for the best, since it seems there are shenanigans going on.
The crowd reacts to these crazy hijinks.
Jordon hops along from place to place.
The big screen doesn't photograph well.
Oh hello bleachers, how you've grown.
Tents don't guard themselves.
The medics, ready for anything. I'm pretty sure they had a gameboy in there, in case you got bored while bleeding.
The old gang.
Ben was panting. I decided not to tell him about that panting woman I encountered earlier.
The 'mostly' left-leaning group.
"So there I was, just shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple a guys, who were up to no good.." "HEY!" "So there I was, just shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple a guys, who were up to no good.."
"HEY!"
Paula likes to blame others.
People think I hate being in photos until they realize that I'm reflected in their sunglasses like...5 times.