Bite first, ask questions later.

I see a tongue! Some asshole is licking my peephole.

My Zombie apocalypse plan is simple but effective; I fully intend to die in the very first wave.

Seems more logical than undergoing all kinds of hardships only to die eventually anyway (through bites/malnutrition/or terminally chapped lips)

I'm sure my unique brain tastes the same as a normal brain. Actually, mine might be slightly tastier.

That will solve nothing, my lord.” His wife strode into the kitchen, stiff pride shining in her eyes. “I told you to keep her in hand.” Brodick glared at his cousin, wondering just when his life had turned inside out. Druce scowled at the sweet smile Brodrick’s wife cast toward him. He lifted his finger and pointed at her. “She bit me.

Plus, I wondered if any of these celebrities were alive; or if Brangelina was now a zombified couple.