The old gang.
Ben was panting. I decided not to tell him about that panting woman I encountered earlier.
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.
Oh hello bleachers, how you've grown.
Jordon hops along from place to place.
The big screen doesn't photograph well.
Which is probably for the best, since it seems there are shenanigans going on.
The crowd reacts to these crazy hijinks.
Paual points out a large albatross, moments before it dive bombs me.
You're never safe from zombies. Never.
I'm pretty sure this guy was laughing at my shoes.
"That screen. It's just...so big. I think I love it."
This is a picture of 15 people with back/shoulder problems the next day.
