Since I was a kid in the back of mind I was always half expecting some kind of Global Disaster. Knowing I would never be the tough guy I’ve always found myself honing skills that would make me welcome in the compound. (It’s only a mild neurosis. Really.)
You know, I’ve made beer, built a stove, baked bread and pies; I know lots of excellent stories. I have tools, how things work books, went to school for nursing, and have a math degree.
The only caveat to ‘if only ones who wanted to survive are there’ is that there might be too many of the Might Make Right types instead of a balance of all personality types. (Because probably might would make right.)
I love being alive. So it would be hard to create a situation where it wasn’t better then being dead and I get to take my two best friends plus a couple of extras? Man that’s a great deal. Him and I have been planning for the apocalypse since we were in high school and we’re at about the perfect age to take it on. Our wives are also awesome and would totally do well. The nephew thing I could do without since the only ones I have are like 2 years with the other at two months but if I could pack my buddy and his girlfriend we’d have most of our bases covered except for medicine.
One question do we all get teleported together when we land in the future because otherwise I’d have to pick closer people geographically.
Let me die. I have six children. I couldn’t choose only three.
I’d want to know: Will this death be horrible and gruesome?
And, for the survivors: Will it still be horrible and gruesome?
(Like, for example, being slow roasted until you are charcoal, with the survivors simply being a little bit less roasted?)
Death would be instantaneous and painless.
The deadly space rays only affect humans (they don’t like the taste of other animals)