Jeremy and Lori are chased by slow-moving zombies in a field.
They come to a garage. Inside, they find a dusty car.
Jeremy fumbles for the keys while Lori presses him to hurry up.
After a few false starts, some gas in the tank, and seatbelt reminders, Jeremy realizes he should probably check the oil...top up the windshield fluid...replace the spark plugs...and flush the transmission...
The zombies burst into the garage and drag the couple from the car.
Just as they close in for the kill, one zombie reminds the others that they should wash their hands before eating...and say grace...and get some placemats...and maybe a nice tablecloth...