We are all together in this huge house…(And by we, I mean myself, hubby, kids, grandkids and a few friends). Suddenly, on the radio is a bulletin. Zombies are coming, and the only way to kill them is with nail polish, and not just any nail polish. You must use orange, cream and light blue, and you have to coat your hands and slap them somewhere. The nail polish stuns them into an almost paralytic state, thus giving you time to stab them in the head.
We are preparing for the zombie intrusion, with the grandkids hidden carefully under some endtables in the main living area, protected by their moms and uncle. Suddenly out the window, we see them, so we coat our hands with the nail polish, and start slapping the hell out of the zombies. Then we immediately take our screwdrivers and scissors that we have carefully laid out next to our nail polish bottles and stab them in the heads.
After successfully defeating the zombies that intruded the house, we step outside to find a little boy hiding on the porch. He said “Look over there!” Where we see big bright lit areas off to the right, in the sky over a big field. There are words, German words, which of course nobody can read, because none of us are German. Suddenly the words break apart, and they are formed by giant black birds. The birds fly around and around and eventually leave.
The boy goes to the big body of water off the front of the house just past another field. There is a large crowd of people in the water, and the boy walks right in, and is sucked under by something. A friend jumps in to save him, because we hear that there may be zombies in the deeps of the water.
He saves the boy, and we have all saved the day.