Eventually, we all graduated and drifted apart. Got married, stayed wild, left the country, became professors or programmers or therapists or authors or whatever. We still keep in touch a little, but I get a little wistful when I hear Oingo Boingo.
I hope someone else took up zombie hunting when we stopped. Actually, we probably should have figured that out before we stopped. That was ten years ago; the zombies must be teeming now, ready to burst out and overrun the world.