Sometimes, after a day of stocking up on provisions at Costco, I think if the Zombie Apocalypse has to happen this is the best day for me. I should be able to ride out a week or so locked down in my apartment and keep my fingers crossed that someone in charge will figure out how to stop them from attacking.

On the other hand, on the day before shopping at Costco, I dread thinking about having to dodge zombies while knocking on my neighbors door for a roll of toilet paper.