I look out my bedroom window and find that there is debris from a storm covering my front lawn, and a horse is sitting where the mailbox should be. I run downstairs into the garage, but I can't find the opener near the door, so I run to the other end, where another opener is, and I find a dead squirrel on it. I yell and run back inside. *Time Lapse* I'm outside with my family looking at the damage from the storm, and I am eating something. Some dogs start coming into our yard, and my sister says it's because their owners never fed them. Soon, there are people who are acting like dogs that approach us, and we run inside to escape the zombie-dog-people.