You walk into your zombie daughter Zoë's bedroom. Today is Zoë's first day at her new private middle school, and you hope she'll adjust well. You find Zoë dressed in her new school uniform... which is a lot more ripped and bloody than you remember it being when you bought it. "Like my uniform?" Zoë asks, smiling proudly. "I just finished personalizing it. I think the rips and the bloodstains give it a 'zombie' touch. Don't worry, I got the blood from a butcher shop." Zoë poses sassily.