I swear, if my typical work day of cutting stone and avoiding the boss turns into any kind of frantic-hair-raising-survival-at-all-costs escape from zombies, freakishly-mutated-craving-human-flesh-anything, or other humans running from a virulent plague, I will be PISSED!! On the plus side, I will at least have hours of video-game/movie/novel-gained expertise to avoid the fates of those people who, at the beginning of such adventures, invariably are slow on the zombie-holocaust uptake and die quickly after saying "what are those things?!?"