Paper or Plastic
Posted in 1-Star Threat Level, Survival on April 27th, 2009 by Geoffrey
Scenario:
Your local grocery store is having a sale

I want your job!
on big boy Bud Lite cans at one dollar each, limit one thousand per visit. This is the sale of the century. When you get up to the counter with a cartload of treasure, you realize that you only have twenty bucks on you and your credit card is already maxed. In a panic, you shoot the clerk in the heart, take the twenty and the beer and hit the road. As you run down the street, the clerk is hot on your heels and he doesn’t look like he is coming for the money. What do you do?
What you should do:
Turn around and shoot him in the head. The man is obviously a zombie now and you cannot remember him for what he was. Wait a minute. You just shot the man in the heart while he was alive. What is the hold up?
Oh, you are out of bullets. That is a problem. Can you outrun the clerk? No, he is gaining on you. No more ammo, huh? Run into the street and start dodging traffic. The zombie clerk will be too interested in you to watch for speeding cars and buses.

This is me. I am winning. You are probably killed by me.
The longer you run in traffic the better your chances of surviving are.
What I would do:
Believe it or not, I wouldn’t have a maxed out credit card so I could pay for all the booze with it, even if I was out of cash. I would drink the beers and buy some more ammo. Life is simpler that way and so is killing zombies. This way, the only surprise is the happy ending down at the Tokyo Spa. God bless America.




never be able to talk, simply speak to the kind fellow and he will surely spare your life. There is an outside chance that he is deaf, but this would really work against him in a zombie apocalypse and he would most likely be dead at this point. Surely he speaks English, but nobody can guarantee that these days, so shout at him in a few different languages so that he gets the idea. This should save your life.
thing in common. They all kill zombies and love peanut butter. For this reason, I always have a peanut butter sandwich stuffed in my left sock just in case I need it. This is one of those situations. I would muster the strength to pull the sandwich out of my sock and simple say, “I made this for you LAMBO.” He will see the sandwich and fall in love with me, reducing the risk of him dispatching me. Even if he is insane with hatred, this could break the spell. If not, then I would simple destroy him with a bazooka.
a fresh-melt-your-face-off shred when zombies come crashing through your kitchen windows. You’ve got the music up so loud and you are kicking so much fucking ass that beads of concentration sweat are rolling down your back, soaking the blood stained Slayer T-Shirt you have on. Also, you don’t hear the zombies coming in. What do you do?
bag of charcoal or something. One sweet thing about doing that is that you can get annoyed at the zombies when they try to break into your room. This will probably alert you to their presence and you can come up with a strategy from there.
break in, I would sense them with the Z-sense that I have developed. Whenever a zombie is near, my testicles climb back into my abdomen for a couple of really good reasons. It helps me be less vulnerable to pokes in the crotch and I am less likely to snag them on anything while I am running, jumping, and scaling twelve foot barbed wire fences. Anywho, when this happens and I am playing Guitar Hero, I would pump up the volume on those bad boys to bone shattering (that’s just two clicks above 1,000,000 on the volume nob) and play the solo finale of One. This would guarantee that the zombies don’t make it through the door, where I would then be dry humping the plastic guitar that I love so much.