You know... when we defeated Ultron there was this sense that, maybe, we wouldn't have to worry about our lives 24/7. When I settled in here I figured that was the end of my post apocalyptic misadventures and maybe everyone was right. The bows and arrows belonged at home or the range. I could wander the streets freely. Have a normal life. Go to that child prison you all call a school. Nothing was going to kill me. Well thanks, Storybrooke. When this is over it's going to be 500 times harder to convince me to go to school unarmed.
At least these zombies are easier to kill than robots. AND they're just zombies. Totally could've been worst. Like reanimated corpses of your deceased loved ones so things are extra personal.