Zombie Apocalypse

Your parents eye you quizzically as you fetch a hammer, some nails, and several boards. "Children will be children," you hear them whisper. Hours later, you finish hammering board over all the stupid freaking windows and doors. "There!" you say. "No zombies will be getting in here!!!" You check the news again and see the zombies are closer. You are relaxing on your couch when you hear a scratching on your door. You nervously peek through the boards and see your neighbor clawing frantically at your door. Behind him limps a zombie. "LET ME IN!!!!" He yells.