Which Day of the Dead Character Are You?

Begin mowing down the zombies for as long as possible until you're positive no survivors are around

Lose your shit and inexplicably begin dancing a rapid Irish jig in the face of your own impending doom

Wait until a few get close enough to re-enact the head slice scene from Dawn of the Dead

Get out of there before they bite off your ass

Demand to know if there's food

Remain logical. Rational. Logical...

Discuss whether or not blowing the piss out of the dead in the best course of action

Throw in your bid to start running this monkey farm now; prove you're not just jerkin' off here

Throw a fit big enough to piss off even Aunt Alicia

Salute that pile of walking pus

Feed the dead one of your cohorts as a reward

Demand to know how the zombie knew that you picked the 7 of Clubs

Pray the person wielding the machete has good aim

Opt to have the wound cauterized via BBQ grill instead of torch to retain that smokey flavor

Thank god it wasn't the arm you use for sexy time

Have your arm severed so you could beat the bite-happy zombie to death with it for spite

Escape while you still can

Wonder if indeed it's true that all throwbacks have big dicks

Just keep drinking your booze until you're too drunk to care

Say screw it and deal out another hand of Uno while pocketing a Wild Draw Four

Explain to everyone that civil behavior is what distinguishes us from the lower life forms. It's what enables us to communicate. To go about things in an orderly fashion, without attacking each other like beasts.

Take him out before he hurts anyone

Give him the benefit of the doubt

Help him to exterminate himself, you, and the entire outfit

Avenge your fallen friend and make sure said open gates are secure

Pull down your pants and scream, thus adding to the confusion

Begin wondering if there's anyone else you could dispose of using this technique

Kill the zombie, close the gate, but ultimately not care because you didn't like the dude anyway.

Blame NBC for canceling “Hannibal,” thereby putting the apocalypse in motion because we can't have nice things

Pray the chopper is gassed up; find yourself an island some place, get juiced up, and spend what time you've got left soakin' up some sunshine

Take your chances and run like hell! Run! Run, you fuckin' lunatics!

Pack heavy and go out guns blazing while Ken Foree's hero theme from Dawn of the Dead plays on loop in your head

Not give the slightest shit and go into self-preservation mode

Root for the dead

Wonder if this whole thing could have been avoidable if Woody Woodpecker had just gone right to the police

Root for the living

Head north and hope the extreme temperatures would freeze the dead

Head to the quietest spot you could find... get or give head as a means to celebrate your escape

Hope that no matter where you end up, Box of Dread delivers there

Head to the nearest island, where you hope the situation could be somewhat controllable