As I sit here in class and cry over last weeks episode of "The Walking Dead" (Glenn isn't dead), I wonder what I would do if the entire world succumbed to a brain altering virus, causing everyone to eat each other. Yes, those are my simple day-to-day thoughts! But anyway, if you really sit and think about the end of the world, how would you want it to end? An asteroid hitting the earth? A black hole sucking it in completely? An atomic bomb? I don't know about you, but zombies taking over the entire world sounds fun!
I'm a total zombie lover. "Night of the Living Dead," "Dawn of the Dead," "Left 4 Dead," and "A Zombie Survival Guide"? Yeah.
If the world ended in such a way, I would totally go find an island somewhere and live on it. I just need a way to survive, a couple people, I suppose, and a boat (all of which I have available to me 24/7) Haha. Yea right. But if I were to get a boat, would it be simple to just cross the Atlantic and find a hidden island? Maybe repopulate the world little by little, create a nice community and relax under a palm tree, while someone is getting their brains eaten in a far off country thousands of miles away. What would you do? Whether a natural disaster or a freak supernatural occurrence, it's important to prepare for such an emergency. Get your supplies, get the planks to board up your house, and steal a cow and a chicken. It's only smooth sailing from here.
So after preparing for the worst and your neighbors watching you carry 200 gallons of water into your garage, you hear on the radio the spread of the virus. Someone's getting eaten here, someone is getting eaten there. You can't help but smile because you knew all of this was going to happen. Please don't smile. It's weird. You're sitting in your bunker under the house with your family. It's going to be a long rest of your life living in a bunker, so make sure you read one word of a book a day. Maybe two to keep it fresh and exciting.
You and your wife and kids are safe inside the little bunker, until you hear banging at the little door inside. Someone's going to get inside, or at least attract more zombies to you. There's no choice but to open the door and get rid of the threat. I hope you visited your local Dick's Sporting Goods and bought a couple of baseball bats. Remember the number one rule: aim for the head.
Until someone finds the cure, it's probably going to be going from one place to another due to a dic(rick)tatorship, raiders breaking down the walls to your community, or your dad taking care of his zombie-daughter (yes "The Walking Dead" has done it all). A toe or finger may get lost on the way, but it's way better than getting eaten alive. Maybe take the time and think about what you would do if your English paper was interrupted due to zombies eating your professor. It ain't so bad huh?
