"Mom, I'm scared of Ebola." Her mother rolled her eyes. "There was this report that some guy caught Ebola and died. Then like three or eight hours later he came back to life* "So the zombie apocalypse has started?" "MOM! We're all going to die. Why did you even bring me into this world?" "It was an accident." "Two Venti Quad shot, non-fat, vanilla soy, extra foam, light whip with caramel drizzle?", interrupted the barista. "Oh that's ours!", Mother and Daughter responded together, collecting their venti sugar bombs and continuing their conversation. I stepped up to the register, "Dark Roast, no room. Stat." The barista silently got me my order, I handed him cash. "When the zombie apocalypse does start?" "yep?" the barista replied. "They will be the first to die." I declared with confidence. "absolutely."