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You wake up in the morning (or afternoon, if that's your thing) and there's a strange man with deep set eyes and ashen skin rambling around in your bushes and moaning. Your response? |
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Two rounds from my shotgun should do the trick.
Call the police and stay inside until the man's gone.
Open the window and shout at him to leave.
Go outside and threaten to rough him up if he doesn't go away.
Go talk to him to see if he needs help.
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You turn on the news while eating your breakfast and the talking heads are going crazy. A zombie outbreak! Why I never... but it's apparently true so... what are you going to do? |
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Immediately retreat to my zombie survival bunker. I've been waiting for this!
Begin to barricade my house. At least I'll have the home field advantage.
Go to the local bomb shelter... they'll know what to do there.
Run outside and start clubbing them in the head with a baseball bat. Cool!
Continue drinking my coffee. Everything will be fine, right?
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You're probably going to wind up in a confrontation eventually. What'll you have? |
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A full arsenal of firearms, swords, clubs, bows, pikes, axes, shrubbery, et cetera...
My trusty shot gun and maybe a shovel for when they get too close.
Well I have this BB gun from when I was a kid...
Anything I can get my hands on! Unfortunately that's not much.
I found this stick when I was talking to that guy in the bushes.
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Despite all your preperations (or lack there of) you realize you're out of pudding, so you're going to have to go raid the store. How're you going to get there? |
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My armored van, with the automatic rifle mounts. It's been a pet project.
A lifted truck with a big engine and four wheel drive.
My sedan. It can go 0-60 in 9 seconds and it has remote locks!
If I take my motorcycle maybe I can cut some zombies down on the way there.
The subway's still running, right?
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You run into your best friends while you're at the store. They seem okay. What are you going to do? |
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Sorry guys. Every man, woman and child for themselves. The shelter's only big enough for one.
If we group together we can watch each others' backs! Grab a gun and let's go!
Ask them if you can tag along and hopefully not die.
Crack one in the back of the head to make sure they're not a zombie.
Sit and chat for a while. Catch up. Maybe make plans for Thursday.
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Back at the shelter the zombies are starting to gether. How'll you get in? |
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Plow through them with the chainsaws on the van and park safely in the bunker.
Ram my way through, shoot the ones around me and climb into an upper window.
Put the pedal to to the metal and get the heck out of there.
Hop out of the car and take those suckers on myself. They're no match!
Make a mad dash for the door. My stuff's in there!
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Somehow you made it safely back in. What are you going to do about those pests outside? |
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Rain homemade bombs down on them while enjoying a cool drink and the evening breeze on my roof.
Add to the barricade and then retreat to the deepest part of the house, gun ready.
Turn off all the lights and wait for them to go away.
Shoot at them through the window. BOOM! Headshot.
Shout at them to get off my lawn.
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While you're taking care of the zombies your mom stumbles out of the kitchen. She let herself in! But she made pie. That wound on her arm looks a bit unsanitary though. What are you going to do? |
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Shoot her in the head, she's clearly been bitten.
Hold her hand and cry while my best friend shoots her in the head.
Lock her in the basement, but keep the pie. Maybe she's okay.
Throw her a gun and tell her to shoot some zombies!
Eat the pie. It's delicious.
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| 9. |
Somehow you've made it through the night. What will you do now? |
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Relax and make some pancakes. The zombies can wait. You have plenty of supplies and an impenetrable bunker.
Keep the house quiet. You have a few weeks of dried goods. Maybe they'll have moved on by then.
Draw straws to see who has to make a run for provisions.
More zombie shooting through the window. That never gets old.
Order a pizza. I'm famished!
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| 10. |
It's been six months since the initial outbreak. What are you doing? |
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Watering my rooftop garden, sipping some whisky, watching survivor TV. The usual.
Walling in the neighbourhood and creating a small community of survivors.
Wandering the countryside looking for food and shelter.
Becoming a roving zombie slayer, hunting them out wherever they live.
Weeping in a corner, potentially eating my own hair. Why am I alive?
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