Found my first crowbar today. The weight of it felt like a promise. An hour later, it's bent and useless, jammed in a door I had to barricade against three of them. They don't tell you that. They show you the hero swinging it forever. They don't show the metal groaning, the shock vibrating up your arms, the sheer force it takes to stop a thing that doesn't feel pain. Every tool is temporary. Every defense is temporary. The only thing that's permanent is their hunger. Remember that. Your best weapon is your legs. Your best defense is silence. Your best hope is that they find someone noisier first.