I’ve been writing a zombie novel for the last… year or so. Although I haven’t done any writing for it in at least half a year. Regardless, I need to get back on that, because I love to write, and zombies are just a great subject. How much time have my friends and I spent chatting about what we would do in case of a zombie apocalypse?
The plan is roughly this: weapons, allies, supplies, in that order.
We go to Sport Chalet, and pick up some aluminum bats. They’re an ideal weapon because they’re light, fairly compact, they never wear out, they never run out of ammo, and they require very little upkeep (rust would be an issue eventually). We also need to pick up some paintball masks to guard our mouths and eyes from any splattering zombie heads (which would be pretty excessive, what with the bats). Plus, masks are fucking scary, and if we want to intimidate another group of people, masks can only help. They would also lend to the group a sense of uniformity and solidarity; both essential when shit gets hairy because during a big fight, we have to be able to distinguish living from undead, and we have to watch each other’s backs.
Personally, I’d love to get my hands on a samurai sword, since they’re sharp as shit and my arms would get tired (and then ripped) after swinging that bat all over. They’re so efficient; you don’t need a huge wind-up to get the job done (although if the dismembered head could still bite, this could prove to be a problem in the future. Best to eliminate the problem entirely by smashing the head into oblivion).
Find your crew and stick together. Being a loner is good for the sake of simplicity, but it makes sleeping, bathing, urinating, and pretty much everything else you do without your friend Aluminum Bat in your hands hazardous. Someone has to be there to yell, “Watch out!” when that zobo you thought you took care of comes crawling out from under a car. And people need to interact with each other. It keeps the mind alert and relaxed in (what I would imagine) would otherwise be a mind-numbing, frantically stressful existence.
When I say supplies, I mean basic stuff like rations, toiletries and clothing. This stuff is last because with enough armed allies, you can take whatever you want from whomever you want. The zombie apocalypse will be a war zone. Survival is priority one. Brutal, but true.
I’ve got zobos on the brain because I just watched Zombieland with some friends, and omg that shit was hilarious. So much better than I thought it would be. The kid with the rules? Awesome. My personal favorite? The double-tap. That’s just good policy. I’m on board with that.