All zombie apocalypses start with a strange new disease. As soon as I hear anything on the news about a potential outbreak, I would be at Costco, buying cereal, vitamin water, and other food stuff in bulk. Oh, and also toilet paper. Then I'd go to Home Depot and buy myself a large hammer.
By the time I get back from my shopping, people would probably begin panicking, so I'd hop in my car and drive up to Michigan. Then I'd get on a ferry to Mackinaw Island. If zombies have taken over the ferry, I'd swim. I was on the YMCA swim team in the second grade. I could totally do it.
Since Mackinaw Island is pretty secluded, I'd feel relatively safe. If the zombies reach the island, I have my hammer to fight them off. I'll find myself a nice little hotel in the middle of the island and book myself a room on the top floor. I can probably live off of my food for about 6 months. If the zombies are still around by then, I'd have to do something like swim to Canada. They have free health care there. I'm sure they could handle a zombie outbreak better then we could.
I'd die eventually. I'm not fast enough to outrun zombies (assuming they're the fast type). Also, I enjoy air conditioning and mattresses far too much to be any sort of survivor. Sorry.
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