The Stupidest Thread Started Today: Where Would You Hide Out From a Zombie Attack?

Huh. I can’t believe I’m the first person to post this, but I’m hiding out in Costco.

All their entrances (at the one closest to me anyway) have the rolldown metal gates, and there’s obviously no shortage of stuff to bolster that with on the inside. There’s enough food to last to the Apocalypse, much less some random zombie outbreak, and you’d probably have a change of clothes for every day of your stay there (depending how many people you have in there with you). You’d also have memory foam mattresses and pillows, and damn comfy leather sofas.

Heck, the worst problem you’d have is that their selection of books is somewhat wanting. (Ooh, better yet, fill up a generator – and they have to have generators – with the Costco gas outside, and you can watch DVDs on top-of-the-line TVs and surf what’s left of the internet to boot.) :smiley:

If I was at work, and didn’t have much warning? Either the top floor of my office building (temporarily), or the REI that’s, like, 200 feet away. It’s two stories, made of solid brick, and packed to the gills with all sorts of survival gear including dried food. No guns, though.

If I had a bit of warning, there’s plenty of places to go around here. Assuming I had some guns, the ski resort about twenty miles away would probably be perfect. It’s about halfway up the mountain, and would be fairly easy to fortify. In the winter, there’s no way the zombies could make it up the slopes, and in the summer the volcanic rocks would be very difficult to get up. There’s a dirt road that travels directly up to the site in the summer, but that could easily be blocked with rocks and barbed wire- and it’s the only way up. Either way, there’s lots of food stored up there, and they’ve got their own propane supply (and fireplaces if that runs out). They’ve also got their own windpower, so electricity would stay on for a while as well. Winters would be harsh up there, but survivable.

Hmm… might have to worry about avalanches a bit, though, unless I could find their cannon and figure out how to use it.

Assuming you have enough provisions, a lighthouse might be a good alternative, particularly a remote one with only one very stout door.

Sure, Costco has the supplies, but when was the last time you saw an empty Costco? Or one that was away from population centers? The key to surviving the zombie apocalypse is to get out away from the city to as remote a region as you can reach. Fewer people means fewer zombified people.

If I were properly prepared, I’d own a silo home – one of those houses in North Dakota that’s built on top of an old missile silo. They’re far away from population centers, secure against intrusion, and spacious enough to store ample supplies. They’re also in the middle of plenty of agricultural land and have winters that would halt Brooks zombies in their tracks for a good chunk of the year.

Without prep time, though, my first priority would be getting into my car and getting far from the city as fast as I could.

I was going to say, if the cause of the Zombopocalypse is viral, then soon the animals of earth, sky and water will be co-opted, provided the strain can cross species.

I agree with whoever says head north. Zombies will definitely stick to major metropolitan areas where the food is. That will be their main drive. North affords me lower chances of encountering the zombie virus through any vectors. Can you imagine zombie causing mosquitoes?

According to Brooks, only humans can get the virus. Other animals, when bitten, will die but not become zombies. I don’t know that I ever saw any movies that had zombie animals besides Pet Sematary. Good thing, too. Zombie mice could really be dangerous-- no one would be safe.

Resident Evil has zombie dogs that were infected when the virus was still in its airborne stage. Most unpleasant critters, those.

Pffft. You just need a firm hand.

Or off-the-wall-spinning-roundhouse-foot.

The latter move is not recommended for anyone with “klutz” in their username. I suppose a broken neck (mine) would eliminate my worries of zombie dogs, though.

Soooo…how YOU doin…:smiley:

I gotta disagree with this one. The people are the biggest threat—if you happen to be one of the 3% of them who survive the zombie onslaught. Going it on your own is like not wearing your seatbelt because all the people who don’t get thrown through windshields get shoulder bruises. You simply need to have a group of people to help out with, if only so that one person can be awake all the time and wake the rest of you up when the zombies break in.

Ideally, the best place to be to survive would be on a large naval ship, one of the nuclear powered ones. They’ve got trained soldiers, serious firepower, and don’t need to refuel often. Zombies may be able to walk under water, but they can’t swim up to a ship.

Heh. I had a dream about zombies not too long ago and it got me thinking about it when I woke up. I came to the conclusion that where I am right now is the best place nearby.

I live in a dorm. It has nice staircases with doors meant to be locked. We have plenty of furniture with which to further barricade them. And we have food to last a while. And if the zombies get onto the floor, I can lock my door, put my loft up against it, urinate out the window, and when I run out of food, pull out the disc sword and take as many of them with me as I can.

Yeah, a tropical island would be a great place to hide out. The problem is that I don’t know of any within range of any planes that I could safely fly/land. If there is a tropical island that has a big enough runway for a plane with the range required to get there from WI, it would likely already be populated.

OTOH, if an airplane is the only way on and off the island, maybe it would be safe from zombies. If an infected person did get on the island, I would want to be ready to leave in a hurry.

What do you think would be safe about the midwest? Just less people?

Now, if I could get to Alaska, I think Aangelica has the best place to hide out.

I was thinking of heading to an island in the Carribean, probably with many refueling stops along the way.

Yeah, population density mostly. Breadbasket of America, assuming you could still figure out a way to farm it. Plus wide-open terrain might be a good thing.

I forgot to mention my other problem with that scenario. Due to my geographical ignorance, I would have no idea how to get to the Carribean from here. I could fly in the right direction, but there is more ocean that islands out there I would likely get lost and drown before a zombie got me.

This, of course, would only apply if I found myself surrounded by zombies right now and had to make a mad dash like the begining of the Dawn of the Dead remake (assuming I made it to an airport without hitting a tree).

If I had time to plan and gather supplies, I shoot for an island.

I would hope to find enough remote airports along the way to refuel of course.

I tend to favor the theory that other survivors would be the biggest danger in such a prolonged situation. Granted, I’m a total misanthrope to begin with; however, in almost every zombie movie I’ve seen, any group with a secure shelter eventually manages to self-destruct under the stress, if they aren’t overrun by a jackass biker gang first. I have no reason to think that things would work out any differently in reality, especially knowing my biker relatives, who would no doubt consider the entire apocalypse just an excuse for a massive, never-ending beer run.

I have no firearm, but I do have a long stick, as well as a thorough mastery of quarterstaff combat from watching various Robin Hood movies, that one Daffy Duck cartoon, and the episode of **Star Trek ** where Spock goes into *pon farr * and fights Kirk with that pendulum thing… Okay, my first order of business would be to raid a toolshed for a nice sturdy branch trimmer or something.

I’d probably hole up at or near the local university during the initial panic, surviving on vended food products, which is more or less how I survived during my actual college years. There’s plenty of good defensible buildings and ample resources on campus. Besides, if I must perish, I’d just as soon die as I have lived: alone, in a library.

Once things calm down a bit, and assuming my end of town escapes the urban firestorms that would inevitably accompany the collapse, I’d have to see about consolidating my capacity for long-term self-sufficiency. There’s a couple of greenhouses in close proximity, which might be a good place to start.

For those who may be interested, Max Brooks’ World War Z website has a “risk calculator” feature that estimates your odds of survival based on geographic location, accuracy of news sources, evacuation plans, etc. According to the site, my own chance of survival would be 27%.

Eh, I don’t know. I mean, these aren’t magical teleporting zombies, are they? I figure if people (who can move at faster than a slow shuffle, have a normal degree of manual dexterity, and generally aren’t brainless) can’t get in, then neither can zombies.

Alright, a lot of this depends on if they are Romero Zombies (slow), or the hip new Fast Zombies.

If it’s slow zombies, the collapse will be slow as well… think the original Dawn of the Dead, with civil authority trying to retain control, trying to maintain order. And then, eventually, total collapse.

This gives one time. The first few reports of zombies, or “new sicknesses” that make people fly into murderous rages, and I’m stocking up. Seriously.

Ammo, food, solar cells… the whole 9 yards.

If I’ve got time, I take the family north. As far north as I can get. My mom has a friend she hasn’t spoken to in years in Alaska, maybe I can get there?

If it’s Fast Zombies, and everything goes down at once, it all depends on where I’m at… if I’m at work, I stay at work. I try to get the Security guys downstairs to lock up, and hopefully we can hole up here. Like I said before, VERY secure building, with lots of potential food (they still make soup and babyfood here, though now it’s Bay Valley Foods). I try to get ahold of my wife ASAP, and tell her to head North. She’s got family in Montana. Maybe that’ll work.

I hole up as long as I can, possibly making raids on surrounding businesses to get enough supplies to make a run for it.

I get my gear, and get a boat. I’m not sure where it lets out, but I know if I drop my boat in the river, I’ll end up at the Atlantic. Then I head north, until I reach Tundra. Arc across and down, overland, to either hook up with my wife in Montana, or get eaten by semi-frozen zombies.

I think WAY to much about this.

You know, these Zombie scenarios are fun to think about, but what if there were nuclear strikes in many US cities at once, a Tsunami on the East or West coast, or an asteriod strike? You’d have many refugees that are scared, hungry, and disoriented. It can’t hurt to have a “get the hell out of here” plan.

I live about 100 miles south of DC and worry about living relatively close to such a large terrorist target.

I live right near Hoover Dam. That’s where I’m heading when the zombies start a-comin’. There are only a couple of elevators to access the rooms deep inside the dam, so they should be easy to defend, and there’s plenty of fresh water for drinking, fish for eating (I’m not sure what the actual fish density of Lake Mead is, but those damn carp are always scaring the hell out of me when I take the kids down to the shore to feed them, so I assume there’s a crapload of them) and electricity for Playstation 3-ing. I’ve got plenty of relatives that are heavily armed and boat-owning, so we’ll all head down there and siege the set up a nice little civilization while we wait the 2-3 years for the zombies to finish decomposing.

The only problem would be if the upstream dams on the Colorado were destroyed; then Hoover Dam would presumably crumble from the massive influx of water into Lake Mead and we’d all die. So maybe we’d better use some of the boats (with some charged-up walkie talkies and binoculars) to keep an eye out for giant walls of water rushing towards us, and if we see any, we should all abandon our new home deep inside the dam, ascend the canyon back to Boulder City, and form a pioneer caravan looking for a new place to live. Or maybe just hole up in the Gold Strike hotel a couple miles up the road – they’ve got a great buffet.

Seriously, I’d like to see what y’all think about this idea. The hydroelectric dam idea, that is. Not the Gold Strike.