Part Z of the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, where every day this month except Sundays, I'll be talking about things I love - one thing for each letter of the alphabet.
It's not the zombies themselves that I love - they're not very good company. It's mainly thinking about how I'd go in a zombie apocalypse that I enjoy doing.
My frame of reference for zombies these days is The Walking Dead. So in this scenario, people form gangs or societies and try to rebuild some form of life before the attack. But the humans are also harder to deal with than the zombies themselves. My first (and major) problem is that I wouldn't be able to kill a human. When my clan is mugged for our supplies, I wouldn't really do much to stop them. I'm sure I'd be good in a fist fight if I actually tried, but right now I'm too scared of getting hurt myself. The zombies would be easier. unlike most Australians, we do have guns in our house. I haven't used them too often, but for someone who uses guns as rarely as me, I'm a decent shot. A while ago I went to a firing range and tried out a number of different handguns. By the time I got to the last one, I'd certainly gotten my eye in.
|That's from six shots. The instructor was impressed.|
So I'd probably last a bit longer than some others when it came to fending off swarms of zombies. But to really help out in that case, I'd make sure that my family and I got into immediate contact with my Godfather.
My godfather and his two sons are gun enthusiasts (enthusiasts, not nuts; that's very important to note). They have memberships to a gun club and go to the firing range practically every Sunday. And due to his work as a security guard, the Dad has permits to carry some weapons that others aren't allowed. Those three and the Mum would 100% be the first people I'd try to align with in the case of a zombie outbreak. Then there would be a family crisis meeting. My Dad and his brother would come together, each bringing his wife and kids, and they'd discuss what to do with their sister, who has mental problems. She'd be a nightmare to bring along - she has no ability to move any faster than a waddle, no matter how much danger she's in. And her screaming at the first sign of danger would be so piercing and hysterical that it would make me want to rip my ears out. But admirably, my Dad and uncle would accept that that's just something we have to deal with. If she slows us down so much that we end up being overrun, that's still preferable to the horrifying thought of leaving her alone and defenseless to die.
There would likely be a rift going on in my Mum's mind over this. My Mum is fiercely protective of those she loves, and she couldn't imagine leaving her kids' side for any reason at a time like this. But as unimaginable as it would be to leave us, it would be equally unacceptable not to be with her own Dad and sister. The only solution is for her Dad and sister to joins our group, but then she also has a brother, who also has a wife. Would he want to be with his Dad too, or would they team up with her side of the family? This is one side of the whole zombie apocalypse scenario that doesn't really get looked into enough.
So let's say that in the end, we form a group that contains myself, my Mum, Dad and sister, my uncle and his family (5 people), my paternal aunt, my Mum's Dad and sister and my Godfather and his family (4 people). Let's also include my Dad's cousin and her family (4 people) because her husband's side of the family all live in Melbourne, so their loyalties wouldn't be as split. That makes a group of 20 people. I'd then try to find a jail. The one they used in The Walking Dead was perfect. It was a place with high barb-wired fences and a lot of solid brick walls. It had watch towers for snipers and a maze of pathways for a quick escape if needed. There was also a big green field for growing crops, which for me was the best part. If you're able to produce your own food, you wouldn't have to search farther and father to find food that's already there and you also wouldn't be tempted to raid other humans for theirs.
But having said all that, I doubt I'd last long. I find it too hard to get my hands dirty. I'll just stick to watching The Walking Dead and stockpiling ideas just in case.