I’m reading and enjoying a novel titled “World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War” by Max Brooks (Three Rivers Press, 2006). It’s set in a ravaged world in the aftermath of a terrible conflict between the living and the undead, which the living apparently (and barely) have managed to win. The story is told in the form of dispatches from various parts of the world.
In last night’s reading, I came across the following entertaining passage:
“Just outside of Greater Los Angeles, in a town called Claremont, are five colleges — Pomona, Pitzer, Scripps, Harvey Mudd, and Claremont McKenna. At the start of the Great Panic, when everyone else was running, literally, for the hills, three hundred students chose to make a stand. They turned the Women’s College at Scripps into something resembling a medieval city. They got their supplies from the other campuses; their weapons were a mix of landscaping tools and ROTC practice rifles. They planted gardens, dug wells, fortified an already existing wall. While the mountains burned behind them, and the surrounding suburbs descended into violence, those three hundred kids held off ten thousand zombies! Ten thousand, over the course of four months, until the Inland Empire could finally be pacified. (California’s Inland Empire was one of the last zones to be declared secure.) We were lucky to get there just at the tail end, just in time to see the last of the undead fall, as cheering students and soldiers linked up under the oversized, homemade Old Glory fluttering from the Pomona bell tower. What a story!”
What a story, indeed.
Way to go, Claremont!