You walk through an area that, unbeknownst to you, is filled with zombies. You only find out too late, and you're about to die when..

Suddenly, the hoarde in front of you lose their heads, which are clean cut off. You get bashed over the head with something, presumably a wooden bat, and you're knocked out. You wake up to the smell of.. milk and cookies? You're in a bed, and there's some warm milk and cookies on the nightstand. V drops down from the ceiling, a tired, smug smile on her face.

"Finally up, huh?"