If Zombies Knock, Who Answers the Door First?
Let’s say it’s 3am, the wind’s howling, the dog’s hiding behind the couch, and there’s that unmistakable thud-thud at the door. Not the neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar—nope, it’s your run-of-the-mill zombie horde. Here’s the million-dollar question: who in your household is taking door duty first?
In my camp, we already decided the guy who leaves the empty water jug in the fridge is on point. That way, if brains are on the menu, at least the rest of us get to keep ours. But what about you folks? Is it youngest to oldest? Oldest to youngest? Or maybe whoever’s been bragging about their new machete skills all week?
Bonus question: what’s your best “fake out” strategy for when the undead start knocking? I’ve considered setting the communication radio up to play Barry Manilow at max volume—figured it’ll either frighten them off
In my camp, we already decided the guy who leaves the empty water jug in the fridge is on point. That way, if brains are on the menu, at least the rest of us get to keep ours. But what about you folks? Is it youngest to oldest? Oldest to youngest? Or maybe whoever’s been bragging about their new machete skills all week?
Bonus question: what’s your best “fake out” strategy for when the undead start knocking? I’ve considered setting the communication radio up to play Barry Manilow at max volume—figured it’ll either frighten them off