Dr Myrtle Twistlethwait of the Edgecombe-on-stuttley Twistlethwaits sighted down the barrel of her guns and picked off the three zombies who had been foolish enough to breach the cafeteria during tea time.

Bang, bang, bang She put them all down with a single shot.

"Doctor er, or is it Professor Twistlethwait?", asked the general who hadn't had time to put down his teaspoon before Myrtle whipped out her gun and dealt with the rotted bastards.

"Both. I am a doctor of Microbiology and a professor emeritus of Cornell University. You may call me Dr Twistlethwait."

"Er, yes Doctor T....where did you learn marksmanship?"

"At the firing range, of course."

"Seems a peculiar hobby for a microbiologist."

"Not for one that grew up playing Duck Hunt."

"What?"

"I beat all 99 rounds."

"Really?"

"Damn dog kept mocking me. So I thought you know what I'll show you...and I signed up for lessons at the nearest shooting range."