You’re in Iowa City. It’s 1:17 in the morning. You’re enjoying a no-bean burrito when –suddenly– the zombie apocalypse rears it’s ugly head. What are you gonna do?
Granted, most of us wouldn’t punch a zombie in the face. That’s a little too close for comfort. But it was the first thing that came to mind and you panicked. After all, you’ve never seen a real-life zombie before. Well, there was that one time you smoked a bunch of salvia and thought you saw Jesus, but you’re pretty sure that was a hallucination. After you punch the sucker twice (Rule #2: Double Tap), you make a run for it. Who could blame you?!
The Iowa City Police.
Turns out, the guy you punched wasn’t a zombie. Whoops! But seriously, who hasn’t made that rookie mistake before? These crazy dudes hanging out at a Mexican’t place at 1AM are usually pretty sketchy and all strung out on meth… it’s easy to confuse them with the walking dead. I do have to wonder what pushed you over the edge, though? Did he order his quesadilla with a side of human flesh?