We’ve all thought about it here and there. Maybe dreamed about it.
We’ve imagined what that day would look like, what we’d wear, who we would invite, what kind of food there would be, the location, the setting . . .
Who would be standing there, by our side, as we said those words:
“We have to go! There’s no time! The virus is spreading and we have to leave now!”
Zombie-pocalypse. You know you’ve made a plan. If you haven’t, then I don’t feel too bad for you.
With the crazy resurgence in zombie themes popularity, there are slews of movies, marathons, bar crawls, fitness challenges, costume parties . . . anything.
But behind those fun and quirky little do-whats, is the seriousness of how people would respond in a world of cannibal chaos.
We’ve become too accustomed to instant satisfaction in our needs for entertainment, necessary facilities, all access wifi, the softest TP you can imagine, to think about a lack of sterile tools, running water or even simple things like our stoves.
With zombies in play, there is no time for making cookies, hell there aren’t any eggs at the store. Because the store was looted and half burned down a month ago.
Suddenly, your little tract home doesn’t seem like the best place to be anymore. No water, no sanitation, most likely little to no electricity.
Cities are off limits except for supplies and groups of people are treated with caution.
What do you do, who do you have by your side? Or better yet, why would anyone want you on their team?
First thing: Get family, get supplies, get the hell out.
Myself, I think I’m a pretty good asset. I can shoot, grow food, build chicken coops, make decent food out of almost anything, know basic first aid, can teach and write down events with spot on accuracy (history books people) can identify loads of plants, am a good leader and know how to make beer.
Team Britt anyone? Anyone?
Pair that with an RV of supplies (note: lots of Penicillin and antibiotics, among other medical things as well), at least one truck and a fast “getaway” car, I think might be everyone’s pal.
Where to go though?
Personally, I vote Montana. It’s one of the least populated states and has a variety of landscape to make you more zombie inaccessible.
Plus there is stuff like this:
Not too shabby huh? All that, keeping you safe from Zombie-dom.
What would you do? What is the one thing you would make sure that you had before you ran to the hills? Post in comments!