Game: Zombie Tag
Number of players: 5-50 (the more the better!)
Objective: Run or hide to stay alive!
Set up:
1- Choose your location. The BEST spot would be a forest at night or an office building after hours, lots of confined hallways and hiding spaces add to the realism and enjoyment of the game, but even places like basketball courts, parking lots, large fields, etc can still be a lot of fun.
2- Randomly select someone to be "infected" (it works best if you can do this secretly so no one knows who is "it" at the beginning of the game)
3- Determine your boundaries (so people don't run too far away)
4- Turn off the lights or play at night- the darkness adds realism and makes the game amazing!
Rules:
-If you are not infected, you can run anywhere within the boundaries.
-If you are not infected you cannot touch the infected or you become infected as well.
-For safety, those who are not infected should only flee from the infected, not try to attack, hurt, or even defend themselves.
-If you are infected you cannot run, only walk, shamble, or even crawl. Its even better if you let out a few choice moans as you stumble along.
-If someone who is infected touches you, you become infected! Give a painful death chortle and collapse to the ground. Moments later, emerge from your fallen state as one of the undead!
-Last person alive gets to start as the zombie for the next round.
How to Play
Imagine the following: you're working at a call center or office area with cubes and small offices that stays open until 9pm. After work everyone stays to play. The lights are turned off, the chairs moved out of the way. Now the lights shut off and everyone starts running and hiding. You don't know who is infected, so as your eyes struggle to get used to the dark you are stumbling into people, keeping a safe distance as you debate in your mind "Are they a zombie?" You may run away together, you may separate ways. You might even choose to hide somewhere. Soon you hear a cry in the dark. "Aaarreghrghrhr" and then silence.
Whispers from your co-workers echo all around you. "Who was that?" and "It was over by Bill's office!" You now know there are two zombies out there. Another cry in the dark. Three! Soon cries all around let you know that you are outnumbered. You keep running, stopping short as you meet a walker in your path. Changing directions, you weave through the cubes, maybe even jumping over a desk or two in an attempt to stay alive. Two in front of you. They can't run like you can, and you easily dodge their lunging hands.
You start getting a little tired and realize that your options are getting slim. You choose your hallways carefully, keeping them safely away from you, but its becoming more difficult. Almost everyone is infected now, and you are starting to run out of breath. These Zombies aren't tired at all, and they seem to be getting hungrier. The nearer they get the more they moan, the closer their sweeping arms come to touching you. One wrong choice and you will join their ranks. Soon you are cornered, the horde closing in on you. Their hands touch your shirt and you let out your own death moan, spurred on by a combination of exhaustion and laughter at how much fun this is.
Now you join the ranks. There's only one or two left, and as you shamble along, you see how tired those few left really are. They run along the lengths of the room, but everywhere they go, a zombie is waiting. It's not a matter of speed or agility, its not cunning or survival skills, its simply inevitability. You walk slowly, turning toward them as they change directions, watching them as you close in on their location. Soon you feel your own hands close around their arm. Success!
Lights go on, laughter echoes through the group as moments are recounted and shared, and you hear the excitement as people share how surprised they were at how scared they found themselves. "Okay, let's go again!" A cry is heard, and the final survivor smiles. "You're all going to die!" You hear them say as the lights go out. You've got to find a place to hide!
Imagine the following: you're working at a call center or office area with cubes and small offices that stays open until 9pm. After work everyone stays to play. The lights are turned off, the chairs moved out of the way. Now the lights shut off and everyone starts running and hiding. You don't know who is infected, so as your eyes struggle to get used to the dark you are stumbling into people, keeping a safe distance as you debate in your mind "Are they a zombie?" You may run away together, you may separate ways. You might even choose to hide somewhere. Soon you hear a cry in the dark. "Aaarreghrghrhr" and then silence.
Whispers from your co-workers echo all around you. "Who was that?" and "It was over by Bill's office!" You now know there are two zombies out there. Another cry in the dark. Three! Soon cries all around let you know that you are outnumbered. You keep running, stopping short as you meet a walker in your path. Changing directions, you weave through the cubes, maybe even jumping over a desk or two in an attempt to stay alive. Two in front of you. They can't run like you can, and you easily dodge their lunging hands.
You start getting a little tired and realize that your options are getting slim. You choose your hallways carefully, keeping them safely away from you, but its becoming more difficult. Almost everyone is infected now, and you are starting to run out of breath. These Zombies aren't tired at all, and they seem to be getting hungrier. The nearer they get the more they moan, the closer their sweeping arms come to touching you. One wrong choice and you will join their ranks. Soon you are cornered, the horde closing in on you. Their hands touch your shirt and you let out your own death moan, spurred on by a combination of exhaustion and laughter at how much fun this is.
Now you join the ranks. There's only one or two left, and as you shamble along, you see how tired those few left really are. They run along the lengths of the room, but everywhere they go, a zombie is waiting. It's not a matter of speed or agility, its not cunning or survival skills, its simply inevitability. You walk slowly, turning toward them as they change directions, watching them as you close in on their location. Soon you feel your own hands close around their arm. Success!
Lights go on, laughter echoes through the group as moments are recounted and shared, and you hear the excitement as people share how surprised they were at how scared they found themselves. "Okay, let's go again!" A cry is heard, and the final survivor smiles. "You're all going to die!" You hear them say as the lights go out. You've got to find a place to hide!
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