I open the one in the middle. At least, I start to. Something then tell me I should choose the door to the right. I turn the knob and push open the door. I walk through the door and find myself outside, in a deserted town. It's a main street and all of the buildings look like their abandoned. There is a haze, turning everything a bluish-gray. I hear a sound coming from my left and quickly turn, finding myself in the presence of a zombie child. I panic for a moment, but when my hand grazes my thigh it touches something--something metallic. I glance down and see a machete. My face sets and I approach the child, who is snarling at me, blood oozing from her mouth, teeth gnashing. I raise my arm and in one fell swoop, I chop her head off with the machete and watch it roll down the street.

The guitar. Because everyone is badass if they know how to play the guitar.

I would give up speaking because there are other ways I could communicate. However, I couldn't give up being able to taste delicious food or listen to music or the opportunity to see my children (if I ever have any).