I'd rush into my kitchen, sweat running down the sides of my face, eyes darting around searching for [i]anything[/i] I could use as a weapon. They would find the sharpest knife which is used for chopping meat.
Then I'd slit my throat.
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Oh, come on. Be ambitious. Strap a gasoline tank to yourself and run into a horde of Z's screaming a suitably badass phrase.
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That's terrible....at least take a few of those bastards with you!