It’s the Zombie Apocalypse. You have a lot of things on your mind. Survival, food, shelter, and that little problem of keeping the remaining human race alive.
It’s going to be a big day.
Suddenly, you’re surrounded. The zombies have you now, and they are closing in. You should have never ducked into that old farm house for cover.
You reach for a gun. It’s not there. You reach for a knife, or a sword even. Nope. Nothing.
You scan your environment for anything. And there it is. That dismembered arm from that tattered little old lady in the corner.
It’s not a machete. But the arm will have to do as you raise it above your head and start swinging into the undead horde.