The Day Of Roaming The Airport

Based on Maiers’ experience in the airport and her interactions with the supervisor, reflected appraisal could impact the passengers' and supervisor’s sense of self and self- worth by creating a moment when everyone is in harmony. If each person sincerely gave back what they received it would be a very positive environment. The passengers would feel that they were significate as well as the supervisor Annie. It was not a pleasant situation to be in at the airport, 14 hours is a long time to be displaced.

Aaron Copland’s 1942 musical work ‘Fanfare for the Common Man’ demonstrates the typical elements, performance practises and features of a fanfare. These components present a powerful and effective example of a musical piece, written for an orchestra of primarily brass and percussion instruments.

When you are moving try to walk or run very quietly so they won't hear you. When using a weapon use a suppressor on it to not attract any more zombies. You can save ammo and it might save your life. Most important is stay QUIET so you won't attract more zombies.

Zombies aren’t supposed to exist. But what if they do, and we interact with them every day? Chuck Klosterman’s essay, “My Zombie, Myself”, compares everyday life to the task of killing zombies. Through elaborate metaphors, quotes from zombie experts, and a strong call to action, he successfully appeals to pathos, ethos and logos to convince his readers. Klosterman argues that even though modern life is monotonous, it is possible to escape the monotony.

“Zombies are like the Internet and the media and every conversation we don’t want to have. All of it comes at us endlessly (and thoughtlessly), and – if we surrender – we will be overtaken

In the possible occurrence of a zombie apocalypse, certain measures involving shelter, food, weapons, and fitness should be taken to better the chances of survival in such a desperate situation. Throughout the years, movies, television shows, and other miscellaneous hype have heightened a large number of people’s suspicion about the possibility of disease-ridden humans taking over the world. In reality, that atrocity is not exactly far-fetched. With so many vaccines and medicines being mass produced without the sufficient steps taken to test the results, the chance of humans contracting unimaginable side effects is a rational possibility. If

I started thinking about a zombie, a pissed-off zombie. Dragging one foot behind him. Keeping to the right. Taking its time. Slowly, surely, stalking its way down Interstate 10.”

AHHHHhhhhhh........! Imagine being awakened by a soft, distance scream. Wide awake, the world returns to being silent except for a racing heartbeat. Suddenly, a soft resonating moan starts to fill the empty air of the bedroom. Looking out the window, the world is an eerie grey with nothing moving but the occasional garbage blowing in the wind. Suddenly the horizon begins to change as a crowd of people begin to emerge. Watching nervously, the figures get closer and turn into something much more menacing. They are all disease-invested, flesh-rotted, brain-hungry zombies! Where did these undead monsters come from? How do they survive? What

Rodney Clapp, writer, editor for Wipf and Stock Publishers and expert in topics such as theology and culture, in the article, “Attack of the Zombies”, argues that many things in life are beginning to resemble zombies. Clapp assumes that the audience also views zombies as lifeless creatures that go around spreading their disease. The author’s purpose is to persuade the audience to believe that many things they see today are starting to resemble zombies. The author writes in a challenging tone for people who question the similarity of zombies to every day life. Clapp supports his argument by comparing and contrasting, and exemplification.

“We have to evacuate the town immediately!” shouted the mayor. Everyone suddenly went quiet, all eyes on the mayor. Then suddenly there was a loud BANG! And the sound of glass shattering made everyone turn and look towards the door. Then we realized what was happening. The deadly zombies had made it to Leedey and were now invading the building! I grabbed my three closest friends and we all looked at each other frantically with no idea what to do. I noticed an air vent just about big enough for me to fit in it. We all climbed in the small, dingy, vent and crawled around until we found an opening going to the outside of the building. After we checked to make sure the coast was clear, we crawled out and tried not to panic while trying to figure out what to do next. We spotted some four wheelers parked on the side of the building and all quickly jumped on one. The first thing we decided to do is to go get our sisters, who were at the school. We arrived at the school and the zombies hadn’t

I was just minding my own business as I wandered down the road. I was looking for food. Out of nowhere I heard a low groan behind me and I took off like Usain Bolt. I didn't even bother looking back. I ran as far as I could hoping I'd lose them in the process but it was no use. I could hear them stampeding behind me getting closer and closer. My lungs were burning and I felt a stabbing sensation in my sides. I turned the corner and was forced to stop. It was a dead end. One zombie in particular seemed to be quite ahead of the group and reached me first. As it approached me I began to take in its features: tattered clothing drenched in the blood of the innocent, decaying skin hanging from a thread on its face, and a low, monotone groan, the typical zombie characteristics. As the rest gathered around I noticed each zombie had a slight difference in features like humans would. They must still resemble their previous selves. Before becoming infected. Some I could assume were male and others female. You could spot patches of hair and few had hardly recognizable

“Crunch, Crunch,” I heard as I walked towards the shiny blue portal. It was dark, hazy, and cold. I heard “grr” behind me get louder and louder. I turned around, I lifted my arms, and pulled the trigger. I couldn’t tell what shooked more, my arms from being scared, or the vibration of the gun. I thought the zombie died and it was all over, until I turned around and three more zombies appeared. I pulled the trigger as fast as a jackhammer but it was no use. Game over.

But father and his mother just kept growing farther apart. We could both see it, even though we didn’t want to acknowledge it. I would give anything to be able to see him and know that he’s okay. I haven't left my house since the incident and might have to soon. My food and water is running low and I have decided to venture into the city of Chicago so find people or supplies. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty scared. I have no idea what’s waiting for me out there. I’ve gone through too much to die now, in this house. I have a machete and a shotgun my father used to use to discourage intruders. I also have ammo, not very much, and a freak out bag with some supplies. At the time I thought my dad was being dramatic, but I’m glad one of us was smart enough to pack one. There are some medical supplies, a lighter, some iodine to purify water, some food, and some maps. I know that this could be the last time I ever see this house, but in order to survive this is something I need to do. I will be leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning. I lay in bed thinking about what could go wrong over and over again in my head, and can’t help but think about my brother and his

Zombies are a phenomenon almost everyone has heard about. Shambling mindless corpses trying to feast on the flesh of the living. The idea of the undead has been around for almost as long as people have. There have been multiple cultural phenomenon and ideas of how to keep the dead from coming back to haunt the living. The first modern zombies appeared in Haiti around 1920 and has become a massive part of American culture. So why have zombies remained so culturally significant? Why has the idea of the dead coming back to life with a malicious intent has caused fear in humans for centuries? How are zombies related to the ever-changing cultures of humanity? Shawn McIntosh, David Pagano, and Martin Rogers write about the significance of zombies

The moment Dr. Jekyll approached me and asked me to collect pieces of various brain, I knew something insane was about to happen if I helped him out, but I wasn’t going to say no to the scientist who predicted the zombie apocalypse. It has been exactly 97 days since the outbreak of zombies first began. Since the day I lost all my friends and family to the zombies, I have been on my own until I found Dr. Jekyll, who brought me to his survivor’s camp stationed in Arizona. As far as I know, we have lost New York, California, and Texas to the zombies. With the zombie apocalypse upon us, Dr. Jekyll wants to create “the ultimate zombie” to destroy all the zombies, which Dr. Jekyll hopes will end the zombie apocalypse. So far, he has created the monster’s body, leaving the brain to be the missing piece to the equation. Having made it this far in the zombie apocalypse, Dr. Jekyll believes that with my intelligence, I will be able to find the exact pieces of brains needed to finish the creation of the ultimate zombie. As I began to leave the room with this difficult task on my mind, Dr. Jekyll grabbed for my wrist and said, “You have exactly five days to get five pieces from five different brains.” Without further questioning, I left Dr. Jekyll to begin my search for the pieces of brains. With access to the camp’s helicopter, this won’t be too hard, right? This may be a messy task, but it will all be worth it if the remaining humans come out of the apocalypse alive. I know where