Zombies walk among us, or rather, do that walk-like thing they do while also groaning and salivating for your scrumptious flesh. But am I worried? No. At least not very, because I believe, even though most media does not, that the military could take on these slower, dumber, mostly dead (I guess?) humans, if they are the slow ones. But if it's those fast ones from World War Z, then peace homie.
But I wouldn't rely solely on the military; I would also rely on myself and my wit. I would outrun zombies and get out of the city, taking anything I find prospectively useful, and flee with any and all family and friends willing to abide. And my weapon of choice is of course a katana, an unstoppable killing machine that needs no ammo reloading ad very little maintenance. It's light, swift, and hopefully sharp, while also being a good tool for beefing up those triceps and biceps.
Whenever trouble is afoot, I will be too, by which I mean running. I will be outta there faster than roadrunner outpaces Wylie coyote. I'll stay on the outskirts of civilization and find canned foods and ramen noodles to stay nutritious. If all goes well, I'll be well off, maybe as well off as those hooligans in the Walking Dead. Wait...
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