Game of Metros
When I ride the bus, sometimes I like to pretend I’m Sherlock Holmes.
I examine the people around me, looking for the little details that matter most. I do it all quickly, like we’ve just met and I need to deduce whether or not they stole the Prime Minister’s pocket watch.
What I’ve deduced is that there’s a regularly scheduled zombie apocalypse every weekday morning from 6-9am, and the buggers ride the metro. Blank-faced, plain-clothed, and un-living, they move in mindless herds, and I am among them.
I don’t want to attract the attention of the horde with any outlandish behavior, so I just lay low, and survive the daily apocalypse by pretending to already be a part of it.
Then I wonder how many of the herd are like me, blending in and moving in-step to avoid attention. So, this has become my new game: Spot the Faker. Can I, through the powers of observation, detect the bus passengers who are genuinely fun-loving people, but disguise themselves as the living dead long enough to survive their morning commute?
Oh, the games we play to amuse ourselves.
Game of Metros starts out innocently enough.. until your find yourself forced to tag along with someone from another dimension who’s trying to change the past by altering the future– speaking from experience, of course ;\