Was that… Gary?

SCENE 2 – THE JAMBA JUICE, NOW A WAR ROOM.

See? Disarmed. Metaphorically and literally. Its nose is in the dustbin.

Attention, Kmart shoppers. The blue light special is death . Please proceed to the food court for your final Cinnabon.

The horde climbs over each other toward the scent of cinnamon. Kevin rides the mobility scooter, Dyson blasting, Val rides on the back throwing CDs from the bankrupt FYE (Avril Lavigne works best – sharp edges).

Last time, we learned that zombies hate dubstep. This time, we learn they really hate vacuum cleaners.

He flicks a switch. The Dyson roars to life. A zombie shambles into frame. The vacuum hose attaches to its forehead. The zombie’s face gets sucked into the canister like a sad, gray smoothie.

Mmrgh. Comedy.

Mmrphlgl.

(whispering to himself) Suction on three. Revolution on two. Screaming on one. God , I’m good at the apocalypse.

I will not be censored, Val. We lure them with the Cinnabon aroma—

Best. Apocalypse. Ever.

No. We survived this apocalypse. There’s six more seasons of this, Kevin.