Bob slammed his front door and bolted all the bolts and locked all the locks. Within seconds there was the sound of fingernails scratching the wood. It sounded like the girl had brought some friends too.
Bob ran to the kitchen smacked the switch on the kettle and stood anxiously waiting for it to boil. He keyed in five seconds on the Coolerwave.
All Hell was breaking loose outside of his kitchen window. People were getting ill, collapsing and then attacking other people. He wasn't stupid,he knew perfectly well this was a zombie apocalypse dimension.
The kettle boiled,he poured the water into the microwavable dish,stuck it in the Coolerwave,shut the door and pressed 'ten seconds. Start.'
'What? Shit!' He cursed realising he had already pressed five previously.
The 'off' button still didn't work.
His front door smashed inwards and he could hear growling zombies coming towards the kitchen.
Fingers snatching at the kitchen door handle.
Bob held the door shut as best he could but it was too hard.
The door handle was ripped from his hands and he stood face to face with the girl zombie.