You finally make your way to your post in full uniform. The person you'll be working with is already there, she's a girl, not exactly pretty but you've flirted around a little before. You both then begin to prepare for the coming attack, checking your supplies and making sure everything works. That's when it begins. First only a few start to come in but they steadily grow. These mindless zombies come one after the other relentless in their attack. Some of the more ravenous ones take longer to beat but it's nothing you've seen before. After about half an hour the horde begins to slow down and eventually only stragglers are left. Eventually the horde is beaten down so you begin checking your supplies once more to get ready for the next wave. That's when one of the zombies you thought you beat gets back up. It's a big one and he stares at you with his souless eyes. He makes his way to your fortification, opens his mouth and says "Can I get another order of large fries?" "Of course sir." This is what it is like to work in fast food.