Well, ideally I’d find a place with a backup generator. I’d like to call and warn/check up on a few folks. I guess it depends how far it has already spread.
Oh, and a cellphone would have a GPS, internet access, radio, very useful in a zompocalypse.
Not entirely surprising how many people think ‘grab your stuff and run’ is the best option. Hell, it’s the premise of the thread.
But tell me something. Where the fuck are you running to that you think will be safer?
Haven’t you figured out yet that Skald is merely trying to trick you out of your hole and into the arms of the zombies?
How is tricking y’all into the mouths of the zombies going to make me any money?
I dunno, collecting our stuff and selling it on eBay? Lowering property values so you can swoop in and buy it up from the estates? Testing variations, strengths and weaknesses of various zombie virii? You tell me.
If I was on days off, and in Newfoundland (where my family and I moved to this past spring), and the zombies were approaching from the north, I’d be buggered, unless I could borrow a boat.
Can zombies swim?
Just this ashtray… And this paddle game. - The ashtray and the paddle game and that’s all I need… And this remote control. - The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that’s all I need… And these matches. - The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control, and the paddle ball… And this lamp.
My swords and my armour. Pity the naginata won’t fit that bag.
I live in an apartment right in the middle of a very densely populated metropolitan area and rely on public transportation. I don’t have any weapons. The way I see it, there are two possibilities: 1. The authorities get things under control. 2. I die.
My best bet then is to stay mobile and able to receive communication. I wouldn’t bother with the duffle bag, instead I’d grab my tiny little backpack and stick in a few essentials:
bottle of water, Leatherman multitool, bag of granola cereal, lighter, camping knife, roll of duct tape, tablet, phone backup charger, batteries, bottle of ibuprofen
Then, with whatever time remains I fill up my decent sized messenger bag with things that would be helpful, but I’d be willing to drop at the first sign of trouble:
more water, sack of rice, pasta, small kitchen pot, whatever medicines and first aid supplies I can find, a hammer, an extra shirt
Then I get on my bike and pedal until either I find a secured area or I’m overtaken and killed. Though really, I probably shouldn’t have taken anything and instead rushed to try and get on one of the harbor cruise boats nearby before someone else figures out how to release them from the docks. The few minutes I just spent grabbing supplies probably cost me my only chance at escape. Thanks for getting me killed, OP.
[evil!Skald]
:: sigh ::
In the first place, Rhymer Enterprises, being an organized criminal organization, requires a functioning society in order to exist. A zombie apocalypse is disruptive to society.
In the second place, if I wanted to collect your stuff and sell it, I’d just steal it, and I wouldn’t be using eBay.
In the third place, I don’t care what those Etruscans over at AMC claim. Zombie outbreaks are supernatural, not viral. Thermodynamics and all that.
Same here. We live a 15-minute drive from the local town. If everyone resident within a 5km radius of me was zombified it would be probably 20-30 people. Fleeing would entail driving through the aforementioned metropolis of approx 4K residents. I’m staying put, especially since the area probably has more chainsaws than zombies in it.
Come to think of it, I think one of the houses down the road has a small timber harvester parked out back - I might pop down and see if I could get that started up to give a warm welcome to the column of zombies hiking up the road.