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Originally posted by Space05us
I would gather a group of people, most likely not my friends or family as my friends would be stupid enough to try and fight the zombies hand-to-hand and my family, unfortunatly, is all women who are out of shape and smoke would likely already be dead. We would arm ourselves to the teeth with what we already have and then raid the local stores for more guns and ammo, as well as food. We would also raid the hospital for medical supplies and any living medical proffesionals we could find. Then, because the script was written for winter, we would load up our sleds, hitch them to our snowmachines and haul ass southward. Eventually dragging them by foot.
Ultimately we would end up in south central Alaska where we could find a ship, or a few smaller boats, which we could stock up on supplies. We would then set sail (hopefully after finding a living crew to operate the ship) for a chain of islands somewhere in the Pacific. We would exterminate all zombies on the island and somehow dispose of thier bodies. Then we would begin our new existance.
Every year or so we would send out a brave band of warriors to kill off as many zombies as possible in a few weeks time. It would be the new right of passage into manhood.
Of course I would have the most attractive mate and we would produce a new strain of human which is immune to zombification and a new pantheon of heros would be born. They would dedicate thier lives to killing off all of the zombies in the world. I would die, after a few million years, a God to the new human race.
I would gather a group of people, most likely not my friends or family as my friends would be stupid enough to try and fight the zombies hand-to-hand and my family, unfortunatly, is all women who are out of shape and smoke would likely already be dead. We would arm ourselves to the teeth with what we already have and then raid the local stores for more guns and ammo, as well as food. We would also raid the hospital for medical supplies and any living medical proffesionals we could find. Then, because the script was written for winter, we would load up our sleds, hitch them to our snowmachines and haul ass southward. Eventually dragging them by foot.
Ultimately we would end up in south central Alaska where we could find a ship, or a few smaller boats, which we could stock up on supplies. We would then set sail (hopefully after finding a living crew to operate the ship) for a chain of islands somewhere in the Pacific. We would exterminate all zombies on the island and somehow dispose of thier bodies. Then we would begin our new existance.
Every year or so we would send out a brave band of warriors to kill off as many zombies as possible in a few weeks time. It would be the new right of passage into manhood.
Of course I would have the most attractive mate and we would produce a new strain of human which is immune to zombification and a new pantheon of heros would be born. They would dedicate thier lives to killing off all of the zombies in the world. I would die, after a few million years, a God to the new human race.
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