Zombie Apocalypse

I leave out the back door to try to lure Mr. Morton away from my front door. I can't leave my mother at home, defenseless, while this disgusting man tries to get into my home. Still focused on my mother, I manage to sneak up on him unnoticed. I think of knocking him out. I pick up a rock, hopefully this won't concuss him. I miss, breaking the glass of the front door. He whips his head around, growling. "Oh, crap." He begins to walk slowly towards me. That's okay too. I don't know what I'm doing but I run down the street, knocking on the doors of my neighbors. Will they care? Hopefully. One neighbor, an old woman, is out in her yard. I run up to her, and she swings at me with her rake.