It’s the year 2050. The world has experienced the worst nightmare, a zombie apocalypse. You’ve lost everyone you know, and you’re on your own. With your backpack of supplies and old pocketknife. You haven’t slept in days. Haven’t eaten, or drank.

The cans rattle as you stuff them into your backpack, avoiding broken glass upon the floor of the abandoned market. That’s when you hear the bell at the door open. You turn, flicking your knife open reflexively. You see four boys walk in, from 16-18. What do you do?