Zombies. They're in the house, we can hear them. Run up the stairs into a room where the door won't close. Slight panic, they're coming up the stairs now. I have an idea. We roll up the carpet and lie on the floor, as the zombies burst in they hit the carpet and it rolls over us. We're hidden. The zombies wander around, standing on us, oblivious. We lie in the dark and wonder what the hell to do next.