You decide that, shit, what does it really matter if an entire kingdom gets ripped apart by zombies? It's not like the zombies are ripping you apart or anything.
And so, the Kingdom of McGuffin gets destroyed utterly by the zombie menace. Reports that you failed the kingdom in their hour of need surface. You chalk it up as the liberal, jew-run media just creating a big deal out of nothing much until you get the latest issue of the Middle Earth Travel Guide and discover that your house has been demoted from a five star tourist destination to a measly four and a half. Obviously, you can't live with yourself after a slight like that, so you slit your wrists in the bathtub.
YOU HAVE DIED