Like when you take a hike on a gravel path. At the end of the hike, there’s a rock in almost everyone’s shoe.
See the thing is, there’s a space between your shoes and your legs, rocks get kicked up and go down in between your leg and your shoe, usually without warning. Then, “AHH there’s a rock in my shoe! Man down! Man down!” It’s happened to me several times, that’s why I tape my pants to my shoes and my underwear to my shirt and my hat to my bottom. Good luck on your next hike, I avoided going camping with my family this year so I won’t have to worry about rock-in-shoe syndrome anymore.
Patrycja, you’re just a shade over a decade late on this one.
Sorry, I mean, “It doesn’t matter, because zombies are well beyond being bothered by that sort of thing.”