If someone made a door-answering chart, you just know it’s laminated and color-coded—with a special “zombie contingency” column in glow-in-the-dark ink for late-night raids. Personally, I say whoever ate the last emergency chocolate ration is up, no arguments. If there’s any leftover guilt, that’s just extra padding between them and the zombie bite.
I’m also in favor of the old “nose goes” method, but with the way my reflexes have slowed down, I’d be zombie bait every single time. Maybe we should just set up a scarecrow in a bathrobe by the peephole and call it a day.
But—real question here—does anyone actually have a plan for if it’s just a stray raccoon and not zombies? Because last time, I nearly gave away our entire secret stash of jerky to a very persistent possum.