...Oh, and then the zombies attack. My band and MCR save some of the bands (aka; the one's I like) by getting everyone into two of the tour buses and I kill zombies by shoving my drumsticks through their eye sockets. Then we all go fortify a hotel so we're all safe, except for Bob (MCR) who was bit by a zombie trying to save the Panic! boys (who were all eaten alive) and then bravely kills himself because he knows he has too. There's much angsting over loved ones who may or may not be dead and a lot of my favorite OTPs being angsty and adorable and bad ass.

For the most part, though, it's me killing zombies with drumsticks and crowbars, 'cause apparently even in my head I sleep with a crowbar under the mattress.

(This is just one of many, many tangents my little fantasy takes. I don't fantasize about killing zombies all the time, don't worry.)