The Undead Survival Test isn’t quite the in-depth guage of survivability one might hope for in a post-apocalyptic examination.

For example, according to the oddly extensive test results, I have:

• zero compassion for my fellow human beings;

but also:

• zero sense of humor.

So right there you know the test is bogus, because, come on. You know how some people always end up getting trapped and eaten because the first place they ran to was…the mall? Or when somebody is just a bare second late and gets trapped outside the irreversibly locked door that slams shut just in advance of the onrushing zombie horde?

That is hilarious.

The Undead Survival Test.