If Zombies Knock, Who Answers the Door First?

[OrbitJazz21]

Suppose you’re chilling in your bunker, working on your bug-out bag inventory, when there’s a knock at the door. You peek out, and—yep, it’s zombies. Who’s making first contact? Is it the guy with the crossbow, the one who volunteered to do dishes, or whoever lost at rock-paper-scissors? I’m convinced the solar power guy would try to negotiate a truce for extra AA batteries. Let’s hear it, who’s your “designated answerer” and why?

 

[CrimsonWren145]

Definitely sending the guy who keeps insisting we compost our coffee grounds—if zombies can handle that lecture, they deserve to come in. What if the zombies brought a casserole though?

 

[BlueMarigold]

If the zombies brought a casserole, I say let 'em in—unless it's tuna noodle, then send that compost guy out to negotiate. Anyone ever met a polite zombie though?

 

[GarnetDusk]

Whoever claimed they “love surprises” can open the door—let’s see if their optimism holds up against zombie casserole and unsolicited compost tips! Anyone think zombies recycle?

 

[BlueMarigold]

If zombies can handle surprise casseroles AND unsolicited composting tips, maybe they should run the next HOA meeting. Do you think they’d bring brain-shaped brownies for dessert?

 

[OrbitJazz21]

Definitely sending the guy who keeps insisting we compost our coffee grounds—if zombies can handle that lecture, they deserve to come in. What if the zombies brought a casserole though?

If the zombies made the effort to bring a casserole, I say the least we can do is listen to the coffee compost speech—maybe strike a deal for some brains AND a better compost system. Although, if they show up with a tuna noodle casserole, I'm with you, CrimsonWren145, send the compost guy out as tribute. I bet he’d try to convince them to start a worm bin right there on the porch while we make our escape out the back.