The Zombies have just broken into my house and killed all of
my family members. I am the only one left. What do I do? First I hide under the
stairwell to collect myself. After spending a long 30 seconds pondering my
probability of survival, I bring up the courage to run for supplies. Before I
leave I grab a broom in the closet and sprint for my life. First running to the
pantry to grab as much food and beverages as my abnormally small hands can
carry. On the way to the pantry I have to fight off two vicious zombies but
they are no math for my strength and tenacity. After making a run for it I find
my way in my room where I hurry in and lock the closet. Fortunately I remember the
secret attic that just so happens to be in my closet and make myself comfortable
for a day or so. After I think the zombies are gone I emerge from my hiding
place and set out for the closest store. Everything is absolute anarchy now so
anything flies. I bring 3 large duffle bags to the store and steal months of
food supplies while fending off the zombies and rabid humans as well. Then I head
to the nearest body of water and steal a boat and camp out for a couple months.
When I return everything is in shambles but the zombies are gone. I am relieved
to be alive but saddened by the loss of my family. The I go eat 3 tubs of ice
cream. J
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