I work from home, so I’d…fuck, I have no idea. I suppose I’d shave my head, season my BRAAAAIIINNS in a lovely white wine, shallot and butter sauce, light some candles for atmosphere, sit down and wait.
I’d take off running for home. I only live about a mile and a half down the road, less if I cut across the fields (which actually wouldn’t be a good idea with my trick ankle). If it’s not snowy, I’ve got my bike there which would make it easier.
If the hordes are really on top of us, it’s retreat to the basement. lots of bottled water and very secure, but no food. Not a good choice. The main floor of the building is lovely and airy, tons of huge windows- no way in hell to zombie-proof it. Also, I pass a bunch of old brick houses on the way home, and farms, so if I can’t make it all the way home I’d rather beg my way into a house than stay trapped in the basement at work.
Ooh, that was actually a good movie!
Ray Liotta with the top of his skull cut off just like so grossed me out. But he totally deserved it.
Actually I’ve never eaten brains (I think they’re called sweetbreads, right?).
Maybe really swanky Dr. Lechter type zombies eat brrraainnns like that, with wine and shallots and stuff. And they call them sweetbreads. 
Well, I work at a reserve military communications squadron which shares a hundred-year-old building with limited access (by government order, they just recently put in the zombie wheelchair ramp) with a reserve infantry regiment. There’s lots of weapons and a limited supply of army food and I think an emergency generator somewhere. It depends what day of the week the zombacalypse hits, as this determines how many people are in the building. Tuesday night - crowded, Wednesday morning - not.
I work in a high rise downtown, miles away from home, and I depend on public transportation. I’m screwed. I mean, there’s various chemicals and gasses in my office I can use, not to mention a couple of autoclaves I can turn into bombs, and a large number a small but sharp metal instruments, but I doubt these things could sustain me long enough to get home. 
I assume I’ll be at work when it happens. Our division will be responsible for monitoring primary phase distribution and animant phenotypic vector survey data. Test specimens will be handled using standard restraints, frog forks and reinforced Tychem/Vectran biohazard garb. Organized interference from target populations is considered highly unlikely, but secondary and tertiary phenotypes are authorized for release in such a contingency.
If whoever’s working the counter gets the gate down fast enough, we should be OK. Zombies aren’t big at remembering pass codes, and all our entrances are coded. Fairly sturdy doors, too.
I’d say they had to get past the cops on the second floor before they got to us, but those cops are the interview cops. I’m sure somebody is armed, but there’s not, say, a whole shift’s worth of them armed.
I’m hoping they get confused in the stairwells.
I hope it happens at work. My house is pretty indefensible, but I work in a theatre scene shop, and we could barricade the hell out of the place with all the wood and tools lying around, and get to work making weapons with all the bar steel and grinders.
Well I work for the Royal Navy’s version of the USN Sea Lift Command. As long as I was on one of our Fort class ships which are rather large store ships, whith vast quantities of everything from food to ammo I would be fine, however; The fleet also has hospital, repair ships and oil tankers all fitted with HF global comms that can function with all shore systems down… Oh yes and we are armed for self defence. Bring it Zed!
<foodie nitpick>
Actually, sweetbreads are almost always the thymus gland of (in decreasing order of commonness) a calf, lamb, or pig. Rarely, the pancreas may be referred to as sweetbreads, because who wants to eat something called “pancreas,” but this terminology is not the favored majority usage.
Brains, as far as I know, are just called braaaaains.
</foodie nitpick>
I work in a place with lots of windows and open ground. That’s bad.
Plenty of flammable stuff to work with. That’s good.
A very efficient (I’m told) sprinkler system. That’s bad.
The office next door has only a steel door and a loading dock entrance, with windows on the second floor. That’s good.
Yeah, I’ll likely die, though.
Well, I’m in the military.
Well, I’m in the Air Force. This means that, in the event of a zombie intrusion into our building, I’ve got ready access to some brooms and mops, a set of bolt cutters, about 20 pounds of paper towels and a freezer full of ice cream to fend off the zombies with.
What’s worse, our office is the one with keys to all the doors to the building, so guess who gets to try and get to the doors to lock them before the zombies run in?
That’s right, the New Guy. The one who got assigned to our office AFTER me. 
Off the top of my head, I’d say we’d probably order the squadron into lockdown, then call the Army company across the street to see if they have any guns or booze they could loan us. We’ve got an Army chow hall attached to our building, so we’re all going to starve to death in a day or two with the food untouched. We’ll probably call for pizza and hope the delivery guy makes it to us alive with the food. A plus of the chow hall is that it has an emergency generator that can keep the power on in the building, so we can at least watch TV and keep the ice cream cold.
Actually, and this is a long hillarious story that I don’t know, but we supposedly have a Zombie Attack Contingency Plan that some airman typed up, got approved and signed by the Squadron Safety Representative, and which is supposed to be filed somewhere in my office. I’ll have to look for that. Probably has some variation on the Air Force’s traditional SOP for ground operations: “Hide, be quiet, and pray that Chuck Norris or the Marines come quickly”
I was thinking about this today, actually. I work at a campus so we have police, big cafeteria, and we are 15-20 miles away from major civilization. Unfortunately we are only a half mile from a major highway so I’d have to be careful while I worked.
I’d raid the cafeteria and move all the food down to the very secure police station. We have our own water tower system so we’d be set for a long time with that and plenty of non-perishable food. Bring it on.
I anticipate the ER will be the site of an early outbreak, if I’m at work, the best that can be hoped for is wrestling a weapon away from a cop and popping a cap in my own head. I don’t want to be alive while I’m eaten and I don’t want to be a zombie.
OTOH, you have a captive supply of zombie bait on-the-hoof that is probably nearly as hostile as the zombies themselves.
I’m going home. It isn’t that far away. Once there, I have everything pre-positioned to begin the process of becoming Baron Scumpup, Lord of the Wasteland, the Hammer of God, Scourge of the Undead, MBA.
I work at an airport. All access to our offices is restricted. But, all you have to do to get in is wave your badge in front of a sensor. And, I’ve found out that my badge hangs at just the right height, so all I need to do is stand near the sensor and the door will unlock. So, if any of the zombies at the front of the horde pounding outside our doors happens to have their badge at the right height, the door will open. They wouldn’t even have to turn the knob.
Of course my building is a weapons-free zone, so I really wouldn’t have any defense.
My only potential salvation would be that fact that I’m directly above a half dozen of the fastest, longest range business jets in the world. I’d have to find out which of them is airworthy (they’re all here for service of some type). Usually, unless it’s a quick in and out, the fuel tanks are drained. So, we’d have to get the new guy to sneak out and get a fuel truck. We’d need that anyway to get the plane started. Hopefully - being winter in WI, all the outside zombies would be frozen to the ground. So, once we got the plane fueled, loaded and out of the hanger, we could get away from civilization. Well, that’s assuming we could get the plane started. I’m sure I could fly it - at least get it off the ground. I’ve got a couple of hundred hours in single engine prop planes. But, I’m not sure how to get something with two jet engines running. I do have access to all the manuals and pilot checklists, so hopefully I could get something figured out.
I’m not sure where to go, but I’d have a range of over 6,000 miles. I’d probably head for Alaska - where I could start a colony and build a zombie proof barricade around our city. I’d have to rest of the winter before the zombies got mobile again. Maybe I’d head to one of the closed down air bases.
You guys hirin’ ?
Eh, look at it this way…you have a captive supply of uninfected, omnivorous “protein densifiers,” at least as long as you’ve got unappealing rations on hand.
If you get it.
(…)
Good, you got it.
They also wouldn’t require refrigeration, drying, or salting, until they start wasting away too much.
Now that is a Redeker plan, friends.
I’m by the door on the ground floor in a big office building, there is no security, the closest weapon is a hole-punch. I’m dead.