Sometimes you feel like putting on a pretty little sundress, and prancing around in a meadow with the butterflies.
Other days, you wake up and think: rubber dress … fishnet stockings … gasmask and shotgun … fuck yeah!
But pack the sundress and a cardigan just in case. And that nice cocktail dress, and high heels, ’cause you never know…
What happens if they have a big fancy party after all the zombies are dead?