I'd send cookies, but the UPS man is afraid of the zombie chihuahuas in the building. Besides, pickups seem to be a direct violation of his 'no stopping' rule. He just drove by and kicked some boxes out at the main entrance. I guess no one can argue with his survival instincts as long as they get their shipments on time?

Ah -- oh, dear. I'm pretty sure that last zombie was just a urology patient from upstairs. Ah well. Who can tell the difference these days?

Oh, and archery equipment can pack a punch at close range. Aim for the eye sockets. ;D