[You back yourself into a corner of the living room, frantically searching for a weapon as the zombie mailperson breaks through the boarded up front door. The zombie's once friendly face is twisted into a snarl, their eyes locked onto you.
You grab a nearby vase and hurl it at the mailperson zombie, hitting them right in the head and sending them flailing backwards. Papers and envelopes from their mail bag flutter everywhere. You use the distraction to make a break for the kitchen, where you know there are knives.
The mailman is hot on your heels. You feel their rotting breath on the back of their neck. You reach the kitchen and grab for a knife, turning just in time to see the zombie lunging at you...]
[Suddenly, the music cuts off with an emergency alert.]
“We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this announcement. Breaking news..."
Unfortunately, you have died.
