Well, if the world ends tomorrow, I'll already be in hell. I'm scheduled to work tomorrow evening, in a gas station and I'll be surrounded by crackheads, idiots and people wanting to buy lottery tickets. If it's zombies, I'll welcome them before I have to suggestive sell them a soda to go with their brains.
Just don't tell them the 5 Hour Energy shots are 2/$6. Nobody likes an overcaffinated zombie.