she smiles at you and asks you to sit on the couch. You do so nervously eyeing the door as she locks it back up. She insists on putting on a kettle for tea while baking you some nice oatmeal cookies. That sounds great, but you are thinking about getting weapons and going somewhere safer. She is having none of that. She humms to herself as she goes about her chores. You have become a grandson again. You think you might hear something in the hall. Its hard to be sure over her constant humming. Suddenly the tea kettle starts chirping loudly. She goes over to pour the boiling water over some tea bags. Outside in the hall you hear frenzied moaning and fists and bodys begin pounding the door. "We gotta get out of here!", You tell the lady as you go over to the window leading out to the fire escape. You try to open the window but its stuck fast. "Oh that ol window has not opened in years!", The old lady tells you as the door bursts in and several zombies fall into the room.