Zombie movies are filled with lead characters making stupid decisions. Sometimes the survivors split up. Sometimes they barricade themselves in a room with no escape route. Sometimes those who aren't at all equipped to handle powerful weapons grab them anyway, and accidentally blow themselves up. The list goes on and on. It's easy for viewers, far removed from the action, to criticize these decisions. After all, these folks should know better. You don't mess around with zombies. Everyone knows that. Yet despite having seen just about every zombie movie known to man, when push came to shove, when it was just me and three others survivors facing off a seemingly endless legion of the undead, I made every single one of those stupid mistakes.

In the heat of the moment, with the undead pouring into a hospital corridor, I took shelter in a room that had only one entrance. Without telling anyone else, I opted to peer around a corner and accidentally fell off a ledge, leaving me to face off against an entire warehouse of zombies all by myself. After standing in a doorway and spraying a room down with bullets, I forgot to check behind the door and got blindsided by a zombie when I walked in. Later on, I thought it'd be fun to play with a pipe bomb, so I threw one into an oncoming wave of zombies only to watch it bounce back my way thanks to their fast-moving legs.

Needless to say, these were not logical decisions. They were made when I was panicked, frightened, fighting for my very survival. At that point, all rational thought had long gone out the window; I was operating on pure instinct. I made mistakes that, despite all of my self-important ramblings about expertise, would have gotten me killed in the event of a genuine zombie outbreak. Oh, and this was on the normal difficulty level.