I come into the kitchen to find my brother and LC having coffee while the TV yammers in the background. More specifically, Ann Curry extolling the virtues of 2011 beauty products. Products like this apparently stimulate your DNA to keep your skin looking younger. My link isn't the exact brand that they were talking about, but it gives you the general idea.
Sam, LC and I looked at each other.
I say, "T-Virus!"
"Goddamn zombies," Sam mutters.
Suddenly LC's enormous stash of ammo in the basement seems a lot more reasonable. ^_~