Author's Note: This article is not for those with weak stomachs.

Yesterday at lunch, a vast majority of campers were stricken by the plague of the undead manicotti, that is, enchiladas. The enchiladas looked so innocent, so appealing, lying there in their Tawanka tray. Little did anyone know of their true nature.

Tyler Burnett was seen violently expectorating a mouthful of his enchilada. When asked afterward, he said, "I always try to give the food a chance, but this is up there with some of the worst stuff I've ever eaten." Sara Maleki agreed. "At first I thought it was my pop;" she said, "Then I ate another bite. It wasn't the pop."

Not long before, BJ Zahand was seen trudging to a table. "My day can't get any worse," he said. But after a bite of enchilada and a grimace, he admitted, "My day just got worse."

Some campers tried to determine what went wrong with their food by doing enchilada autopsies. Others were too squeamish to watch. Emily Powell said, "Oh! That's gross! I'm leaving!" A few were even seen hiding their enchiladas from sight with styrofoam bowls.

The effects of the enchiladas lasted even longer. Brendan Johnson was seen collapsed on a couch. When your dedicated Harold writers (us) asked him if the enchiladas killed him, he said, "...Moving toward the light....uhhhh....." and then fell to the floor.

Chris Mathieson was overheard in his afternoon class saying, "Man, those enchiladas sucked! If, halfway through the class, I run out, it's because I had to go puke. Nasty!!!"

However, Mike, the faithful champion of Tawanka victuals, told our reporters, "I love 'em! I can't wait to have 'em again!"