I think so too.
In fact, I have a zombie escape plan in place with my friends. I am first on the list for pick up after our mutual friend/mob enforcer steals an appropriate luxury SUV from a scared/dead motorist. All I have to do is gather up the guns (i have two, twelve gauge and a sig - goddess bless america and colorado), pack an overnight bag (which I've been instructed will NOT be designer luggage and include no more than two pairs of shoes, no heels - bastards) and away we go to the mountains. Our last pick up has a house in Vail. We can kill zombies while enjoying the finest food and beverage in a resort town where we'll wait it out.
My overactive imagination will save us from becoming the undead. At least that's what I tell myself at night.