If Liliana had assumed that resuming class would go smoothly and easily, she had forgotten what December in Fandom was like. Either way, she was waiting for the class in the Danger Shop - which somehow still managed to be infested with slithering strings of Christmas lights - with an expression of pure resignation. The embodiment of 'This May As Well Happen,' as it were.

"An important aspect of continuing to survive in a post-apocalyptic scenario is to not get tunnel blindness," she said once class began. "Yes, zombies may be the biggest threat out there, but that doesn't mean they're the only cause for concern. If you focus only on the dangers shambling after you, you might end up running straight into some other danger that you overlooked completely. And if you break your leg because you didn't notice the potholes in the street, outrunning that zombie is going to be a lot harder.

"Today is going to be more of an athletic class," she continued. "All of the buildings have been sealed off, there's nowhere indoors you can hide. Instead, not only must you fight and/or run from the zombies, you have to do so..." Snow and ice suddenly appeared around them. In some places, it was just enough to make conditions slippery. In others, there were large drifts, or a deceptively thin skim of ice over deep snow. Of course, there were the electric lights present as well, which wanted nothing more than to get underfoot and trip you up, and, just for good measure, there was omnipresent Christmas carols being played just loudly enough to make listening for danger more difficult.

But hey, at least it was just instrumental versions of some of the less twee carols. But that was mostly because Liliana had to listen to it, too, and if she heard I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus one more time, she was going to do something drastic.

"Good luck surviving!" she called merrily. She was going to climb up into the sleigh that had also appeared when the snow did and spend the next hour watching the class in comfort, thank you.