here there be zombies.

It’s become our routine that I unlock the door to get into our house when we get home from work. Dani has lately taken it upon herself to hone my survival skills to prepare me for any sort of crisis situation. Her favorite ‘test’ so far is to pretend to be a zombie to get me to unlock the back door as quickly as possible. This includes lurching, groaning, and biting. Unfortunately, it’s become very clear I have no survival skills and would quickly die in a zombie apocalypse, and should never, under any circumstances, be trusted with the keys. This is what happens (every time):


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