Oh no, not again! Barry's house has been overrun by a horde of neon-lit zombies. They're not just any zombies, mind you - these ones are powered by compact fluorescent lights and have a penchant for disco music.
As Barry sits in his makeshift barricaded living room, surrounded by the eerie glow of his former neighbors, he types away on his keyboard, begging for someone, anyone, to please, PLEASE help him.
He writes:
HELP ME, WORLD! I'M SURROUNDED BY NEON-ZOMBIES! PLEASE, SOMEONE, ANYONE, SEND HELP! OR IS IT JUST ME AND MY DISCO-ZOMBIES? - Barry