I'd love a zombie apocalypse to happen 6 years from now.
>I'd have started/ended 4 years of service in the Marines
>I'd be in shape and have combat experience
>I'd have taken classes at my local college to be an EMT
>I'd have many monies, which I could use to buy lots of guns/ammunition just before the **** hit the fan
>I'd have the perfect car: a fuel-efficient Oldsmobile Cutlass that has a lot of space, equipped 305 V8 with a four-barrel quadrajet and a reinforced frame.
But right now? I'm 17, still a virgin and a total fat ass. I'd be one of the billions to die.
More than 20 MPG, and yes even with a V8. Only two of the barrels on a four barrel carburator (forgive my spelling) when driving normally, which keeps it from guzzling gas. I actually do own one.
As many zombie books, games and movies as I have enjoyed, I really don't think I'd be any good in a zombie apocalypse. I'm desperately unfit, I can't shoot a gun and even if I could I wouldn't be able to find anything better than a double-barrelled shotgun from a rich persons house because I live in pussy-ass, gun-banning Europe.
What i love about all zombie movies is the way no figures out its the bites that spread the virus until like a thirds of the way through, i mean come on all dieases are spread either airborn or from direct contact its not that hard to figure out