You are facing an odd alliance of survivors: a tall, stout biker; two cops; three black gangters; and a south Korean business man who speaks little that's understandable. Not wanting to offend them, you do not point out that they remind you of a movie you saw recently, and none of the characters they are playing survived it.
Instead, you pipe up, boasting stupidly: "It's a good thing I'm wearing my zombie proof suit!"
The biker levels his sawed off shotgun at you.
"Give me that suit or I shoot you," he orders. You do so immediately, having no choice- it's not a shotgun proof suit.
You stand now in your underwear while the motley crew moves on.