LoL!Thrakos wrote:I leave my house in the morning, and promptly am bitten by a zombie. I stagger back inside and collapse on the couch as the pain and zombie virus work against me. Boomer comes and begins to lick the wound as he always does when i've been hurt, wanting to help nurse me back to health.
Slowly, over the course of the day, a big zombie-mutagen cocoon forms around us out of the seeping wound.
3 days later we emerge, a zombie hybrid boomer-me, two consciousnesseseses, part me, part boomer, much zombie.
Bored after our 4 day hiatus, we emerge into the daylight and start tossing zombies about and chasing them as they fly through the air, pouncing, pawing and generally having a grand old time of it.
We may get tired after a bit and climb one of the nearby apartment blocks to snooze on the warm cement of the rooftop.
The coming months will be filled with such daily romps, raiding of souvlaki shops and tavernas and we may even eventually make our way down to the coast and swim to an island as the mainland will no doubt start getting noisy with all the gunfire and explosions as humanity starts fighting back.
The rest of our days will be spent cavorting in the waves of whatever island we chose, possibly mykonos from happy childhood memories, while the locals adopt us as their island deity and keep us happy with daily offerings of gyros and lamb chops.
I live in Scotland, so no guns and I don't drive.
I'd double check it wasn't a hoax news report, get online and try to find more info. When I realized it was real I'd have a good look outside (I live in a 4th floor flat). Then total panic would set in.
No fucking way I'd go outside. The streets would be utter riots. Anyone who thinks they could just walk on down to the local shops without having to either kill zombies or fight off other survivors for supplies is kidding themselves.
I have enough food in my flat to last me for weeks (we buy rice and pasta in bulk). I'd fill up every container with water, barricade the front door (only entrance) and wait it out for at least 3/4 days. Once the plague had cleared out the streets, then and only then would I be making very careful trips (starting with a recon of the other flats in my block) to get supplies and see about fleeing the city. There is an army base about 10 miles from where I live and I know the way to get their using cycling lanes in the country.
The streets would be a mess, but two people on bikes could weave through it at high speed, and silently too.
Yeah, I'd cycle out of the city, loaded up with food/drink and a tent.
